Part of Kurt wanted to know if he was being mocked - that damaged part left behind from Mesmero's trickery that said it could all be in his head. It could always just be in his head. Even this castle and all the people there. But part of him wanted to have some sort of faith that maybe there was another blue person of a kind. Kurt huffed a breath, pushing his two fingered hand through his hair.
Loki. He was familiar with the name if only as part of his education. "As a good Catholic boy, I'm supposed to say you don't exist," he didn't usually talk religion but there was a Norse god standing in front of him at the moment. It could be forgiven. Kurt managed to hide his disappointment as Loki took on an average skin tone again. A trick then - the stories told of how the trickster god could change shape and appearance at will. This was no different.
"I'm... Hiding," he admitted, licking his lips briefly as he turned back to look at the grounds once more shoulders hunching towards his ears. "Not many will calmly accept a furry blue teenager leaping around, König der Sterne." Best to just adopt the self-proclaimed title rather than anger Loki.