Oh sweet lord. Insta-frost. It was uncomfortably like his dream, and Loki was not interested in repeating the part where his arm turned blue. He stared at the tree.
Then he stared at Marian.
Lots of staring, really. He was never without words, never, but his response was neither witty nor as casual as he'd have liked. "Only mints." Icebreakers, ironically. He reached into his pocket for the circular pack and offered it over.