[ The words sound like Loki in tone and brevity, the same quiet satisfaction that underlined his brother's every other word, but the man stalking him ... Thor knows him not. The youth and mannerisms, it's almost playful instead of severe, and blue eyes watch those wanderings with a quiet in Thor building as it might before a storm.

He takes the opportunity to note his fill of the youngster, a frown never slipping far. ]

If you are bold enough to approach you had better have a mind to name yourself, but know this — if you are a shade of my brother come to taunt me or mock his memory, you will find it harder to crow with lightning down your throat.

[ The threat is genuine, as calm and solemn as it can be when dredging up through the wastelands of unspoken grief that have lived hidden in his chest, unvoiced and closely coveted. ]

Stall your games if this be one.