"Loki? The god of trickery himself...or herself, as the case may be...right here under Cyclops' nose."
Erik shakes Loki's hand with a smile, appreciating the irony of the situation.
"While I know Thor, I've honestly never had the pleasure, even on my own world. Honestly, most Asgardians fail to impress me. All hammers and swords and battle cries, it's as if they never outgrew being Vikings. To have access to the arcane arts and not study them seems a foolish neglect of art. You at least were free-thinking enough to ignore such dated, sexist taboos."
He means it, too. Erik has never understood the primitive mindsets that prohibit men and women from learning certain trades. He himself is a masterful cook and a tailor of some skill...both considered 'women's work' during his era.
"I assume the dimensional rift...whatever its nature...is responsible for your presence. It's an honor to meet you in person."