"I've got a sword if that doesn't work," Alex said with a cheeky grin, rubbing at the back of his neck. Alexander could be very scary when he wanted to. It came with the job.
Right now though he just wanted to be a kid, and so he shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket with a shrug. "They're not too bad. Hey, did they bring back any food? All we've got left is vending machine stuff," he said, nose wrinkling, and offering Loki a small package of m&ms, "Want some?"