Re: Overturned snack tables (5 second rule!): OPEN
If he sensed the mockery in the comment, Jörmungandr did not show it. Millennia of Thor's torments made poor dinner party conversation seem the most minor of trials. He made no effort to further alter his size, pleasantly surprised though he was at the Raven's ability to do the same; he sensed no especial threat from this particular entity, its evident ego notwithstanding. He did not feel with this being the pull of kinship that he did with other creatures in the room, but his curiosity about the bird and its origins felt all the stronger for that lack. There was much he was ignorant of, it seemed, thanks to his exile. A sort of sorrow crept over him at the thought, though it was a sorrow more for the knowledge he did not have than any mourning of lost friendships or family; his faint awareness of his father's presence in the room did nothing to shape that feeling, for better or worse.
New here, yes. His head canted to one side, black eyes glittering like beveled onyx. Again his tongue darted out, his leafy scales shifting with his deepening breaths. It was only a question. For aeons I have been in the sea, and there are many gods I do not know. Have you visited the ocean floor, that I should already know you?