Olaf had been bored all day, waiting for some signs for the end of the world coming around like it was meant to. He was kinda sad in the back of his head that it had to end in the storming of the island but at least maybe they'd take Loki with them, wherever the tricky fucker was.
He saw Anders swagger in like usual and pulled his grandson into a hug, "They're lined up. Even got you lime and salt for tequila body shots off the girls. I assume that since it's you, there's girls coming here."