"I've never had my name chiselled into an olive before," Loki said, amused. "But I think you'd be alright. My name is Loki." He spread his hands as if to demonstrate innocence; it wasn't his fault his name was so short. "I'm sorry. You'll have to find something else bad about me. Unless you also hate short names. In which case - well, there it is."

At the news she had never left her small town, he gave her a mild look of surprise. Well wasn't that... cute, he supposed. His entire childhood involved worlds-travelling. "Well, this is a a good place to start your travels. You've already seemed to settle in. I'm from a place called Asgard, and I really can't seem to make my way back there, so there you have it." His door opened out into the same space he had first been lost in, no matter how many times he tried.