Well if you're promising.

[As he is now? Loki's certain he'd be struggling to fight back the tears, because it would sting quite a bit.]

That's me, the eternal skeptic, doubting everything. You never know when something might crop up that might not appear to be what it seems.

[Like the scene folding out before them, who would have thought that this had come from simple images sketched into paper? An outsider might think they'd gone completely mad.]

Right, because I'm such a pushover.

[But Loki, you are a pushover, if you took more things seriously your own creations wouldn't be so inclined to walk all over you.

Loki's trying his best not to look too delighted by M's gracious offering of food.]

Thank you good ser, your contribution to my stomach will not be forgotten.

[They quickly looked to Loki and his new found bit of fortune, but before they could get any ideas the god of mischief raised his plate out of their reach...as if he could really stop them and just as suddenly he was the mountain in a vigorous round of king of the mountain in which both Apollo's were vying for the highest spot.]

I might be regretting a few of my life's choices.