"We are in dire need of a housekeeper," he murmured, before falling silent at this new development.
Since his keepers were on either side of him, it would be hard for them not to notice Nebula as well. Granted, given Darcy's usual blunt response.
It wasn't hard to spot trouble. He had a keen eye not only for finding it but also manipulating it. So much so that he was nearly overcome by the sudden whim to sow discord. It was a whim that was quickly squashed down with the same practiced control he used for countless years, in order to hide in plain sight.
Part of that practice was an aloof stare meant to cover up a cunning assessment, one eyebrow barely raised and the ghost of a smile lingering over his lips. It was visible under the sort of expression that royalty bestowed upon a commoner when they spoke without being spoken to, a deeply ingrained habit from being raised as a prince and masquerading as Odin for four years. And beyond that, Loki possessed an impressive grasp of lore and history, as well as knowledge of various alien races.
The God of Mischief felt strangely delighted.
"I'm afraid not," was Loki's smoothly spoken reply, so silken in tone that it oozed faked sympathy. "This realm does have its...charms? Including, of course, the rare opportunity to meet a Luphomoid. I am Loki of Asgard."
He looked profoundly amused while gesturing first to one side and then the other.
"This is Frigga, All-Mother, also of Asgard, and Lady Darcy of Midgard. Or, as you so succinctly put it, this miserable little planet."