So this was indeed a mostly divine matter carrying itself to the front lawn of the X-Mansion. Ororo was intrigued, that she couldn't deny, but she wished it would have happened a few miles away from the teenagers that she was in charge of for the moment.
Before the mutant woman could answer, Loki approached from behind. Needless to say, this did not make her feel less on edge, but the two gods were calm, almost serene in their interaction. She seemed to be watching a reunion long overdue.
Kurt bursting into the situation broke their explanation. He noted the eight-legged horse with a look of concerned confusion, nimbly jumping back a few steps before he took in the assorted people on the lawn and decided to give his message anyway:
"Creed was taken by a very tall guy with golden eyes and armour to match. I think it might have been one of your friends, Loki, and I can't find Clarice, either."
"I think we have just heard that," Ororo informed Kurt. "Although I still do not feel fully in the picture... or how Creed being gone is not an improvement of our situation," Ororo said, raising one arched brow at Kurt.
"That's not being fair," Kurt answered. "We let him stay in the X-Mansion. We trusted him enough for that and for now he hasn't done anything to prove that he doesn't deserve it. I don't know exactly how things unfolded," Kurt glanced at Loki, "and it's very well possible he threatened Odin, but Clarice - we can't blame her for anything."
"He is not an X-Man." Ororo looked skywards for a moment. "But he is one of us," she added. Not that she wanted to group herself with the violent Creed, but he was mortal and a mutant and it irked her to allow him to be carried off by strangers from the X-Mansion like they owned the world. "In any case, you are right about Clarice. The man Kurt saw, was that Heimdall?"