Loki. The Trickster God. John tilted his head slightly, eyes briefly squinting in disbelief. Eventually, a laugh ebbed from his mouth, lips curling into a smile.
"So did you get stuck here like the rest of us mere mortals? I can't imagine that sits well with you. Something out of your control" he said, clearly amused by all of this. Like Loki, there was a glimmer in John's eyes. "How about you call off your pets and we can talk properly" he said, confidence coming back to his voice, to his posture.
There was a part of him that didn't like Loki knowing so much about himself, but he hadn't told Loki everything at least. Loki didn't know about Astra, didn't know about Desmond. Didn't know about Newcastle. There was a lot Loki didn't know. John had been picking up things from Loki over the time they had talked which had led to him casting the spell in the first place. And it was a good thing he had trusted his instincts too.
"So what, are you sitting somewhere else, channelling your mind into that body? It's not a glamour spell so it's something else..."