Johnn understood his confusion, the youth these days and their inane words. Why not just speak normally? The human language could be very graceful, why throw it through a garbage disposal?
"Your guess is as good as mine, Loki. I may have been near the tail end of my life when my flesh perished, but I've rarely ever got the current language of the youth. Even when I was one." His broad shoulders shrugged lightly, he wanted to laugh at both of them, seemingly being grumpy old men.
Though, he did distracted at the sun setting over Asgard. There were very few places on Earth that could come close to a sight like this. "Did you ever get used to this view, or was it a wonder every day?" Johnn asked politely, but there was an awe in the sound of his voice.