"Well, she's here now," Loki said. "So you might run into her sooner or later." He still felt oddly paranoid, as if letting his mother out of his sight was a risk, but he told himself he had to calm down. That was irrational, he knew, and he would rather that emotion remain in his brother's domain.

"I met a David, some time ago," Loki mused. "Though he went by the name of Charming, as well." Even if his memory hadn't been sharp, he would have remembered for the man's odd resemblance to Fandral - physically, anyway. Behaviour wise, he was anything but. "And my brother is here, and a few others. They all seem to come from different points in time from me. Apparently," he said, tipping his head slightly to the side with a playful smile, covering up how he truly felt about it, "I misbehave in future. I really don't know."