Loki made a sound in his throat that could have been dismissive or annoyed, and looked away. But mostly, though, he still wasn't sure how to feel about any reminder that he had not, and never had been, considered a true member of the family. At least by Odin.

He squinted at the distance, certain now that something was moving - but rather, it was not a set of shapes in the fog, but the very world that seemed to be shifting, flaking away. Bits and pieces seemed to by flaking off from the ground and buildings, revealing a darker, burnt surface behind. He tensed automatically, and took one step back, watching as it came towards them but not about the retreat just yet.