Loki blinked, blinked again and then snorted. Of COURSE Jormungandr had... sneaky little snake. Loki had never been more proud. “I won’t say a word.” Loki promised. “I won’t avoid you, just give you space, yes?” Loki offered with a smile. “May your mission pass like the waters of Hel.” He offered. Which basically meant “I hope it goes smoothly”.<br/><br/>“I am certain he does.” Loki agreed with Steph. “Sorry to abandon you mid nap. Mr. Barton showed up to let you know that he and Ms. Romanoff are off on a mission for a few days and then I had to pee and was just dying for a cup of tea.” Loki admitted. He had been very pleased to learn of a tea that wouldn’t affect his pregnancy too much, so she could have a few more cups. She still had to cut back, which made her pout, but at least she could have her guilty pleasure. She settled into the bed with them and smiled. “And just what where you up to my dear? You have the scent of mischief.” Loki teases. She WAS a prankster, trickster god after all. She could always tell.