Recent days had been uneventful. Loki was considering what to do, where to put his ambitions. If it wasn't crawling with people who hurt his family, the station bored him. Yes, he trained others, trained his kid and grandchildren. But a man wanted a place for himself in the world. Somewhere he belonged. He had purchased a place in Tz'teña, furnished it and made it habitable. But just because his eyes and ambitions had started to shift, did not mean he wanted to stray too far away from the younger ones in his family.
"I see you have stopped hiding your past battles." Loki's voice carried through the kitchen, an amused smile on his face. He had had the same idea as his grandson though he drank coffee more of the taste than anything else. Caffeine hardly influenced his biology. "Now, you wouldn't by any chance have made enough for your poor grandfather."