[So, this was how it was, then? Captured on some new planet he'd never heard of in the middle of a space he couldn't escape? All in all, it wasn't the worst place to be stuck. He'd been stuck in far worse spots in far worse realities with far worse fates. This was like a forced holiday.

Loki casually strolled around, taking in the sights and just generally acting like he belonged. Well, he did now, didn't he? At least that's the impression he got from his little check up. It had taken some detailed explaining for the little Godling to accept it, but hey. Here he was.

He had to say, the sights were gorgeous! There was a lot to see and a lot to experience. He felt familiar hints here and there. It was interesting. New. Fascinating.

Loki slid up beside someone, not really paying much attention who's personal space he'd just invaded.]

So, is there a tour guide I can hire or does a guy have to show himself around? Seems rather lonely, don't you agree?