"Spree said he was researching a villain and argued our database was probably better than any public venue. I can't argue the latter. But he was researching himself. So I'm not sure what he was after. Spree assured he didn't look at anything else on the computer, though, and he has no further access."
Teddy actually looked thoughtful at the whole memory erasing. Then Conner spoke up and he released a heavy breath through his nose. "If you were able to control it, I'd consider it within reason. Besides, Supe, we only have his word that he's a kid. God of Mischief is also known of God of chaos, evil and lies for a reason. Just because you think he wasn't lying before because of his vitals doesn't mean he can't control all of those symptoms." He hadn't been there, but of course he had heard. "He's not human." As the small Loki-sized cracked dent in the cement floor could testify.
The alien teen shrugged, and looked curiously at Loki when there was a muffled video game chime. He set his empty bowl aside and got into the satchel, pulling out the Starkphone and looking at it dubiously.
When Loki was nudged he snapped awake with a sudden hiss of breath, wide-eyed and sitting up. This lasted for only a second before his expression twisted and he grabbed his head. Hulkling didn't give him any looks of sympathy, eyes intent on the phone as his thumb swiped over it, but he did grab the icepack where it had slid onto the couch with his stretched hand and handed it to the godling. Loki muttered a thankful note and placed it back on his head, slumping over the arm of the couch and blinking slowly as he quietly reassessed his situation.
"... Bih-uh..." Teddy caught himself before he said the name, but then just gave Billy a worried look and handed Loki's phone over to him. "You'll want to see this." The window was open to Loki's many text conversations.
The dizzy boy noticed, reaching his hand out. "Ah, that's not..." But his words faded, instead sinking further back into the couch with his icepack.