“Meh,” Loki responded. “I'm like rubber... or that bizarre memory foam crap... I bounce back. Took a lot of time this go 'round, but I'm alright. Odin, actually, seems content to mostly leave me alone. Which is all I ever really wanted to begin with from them.”
Content that he let the tic-tacs settle enough on his tongue, Loki started chewing them and releasing the heavy mint flavor into his mouth. It wasn't a perfect cover for the cigarette smoke, but it was at least a solid attempt. When he got home, he'd brush his teeth and use a dose or two of Scope to hopefully burn the rest of the flavor out to keep Sigyn as happy as possible.
“I'll let you know, though. Just keep an ear out. Bes and I have some planning to do, we'll pick a date and then I'll shot you a line to let you know. You out and about now more-or-less or you hiding away in Otherworld?” Loki shrugged. “Just so I know how to contact you to give you date and time."