There may or may not have been something to the protests of the other Young Avengers about him having been a 'little asshole' or 'punk'. Now that Loki had been aged appropriately, and from what he could guess, no longer the youngest, he could make the connections.
Hand shooting up to grasp the poptarts at the wrapper's corner, so as not to squish, Loki but blinked as his eyes shifted to follow Tommy until he settled on a location. For now. The personal space wasn't the biggest of issues to him, not yet. They were sharing poptarts now after all, he supposed that was just going to be the way of it.
He gave a light sigh, deciding it was best to let the subject of roommates sizzle right out of the air, and open up his poptarts, breaking them apart at the center to eat from the middle. Because he didn't like to wait for the good part. "Dirty?" He mumbled, mouth half full, brows pressing tightly with conflict.
There wasn't really much in the way of 'good stuff' or 'dirty'. At least not what Loki assumed that Tommy meant. "There's no short of special people. Magic wielders with and without wands, werewolves, pirates, fairy tale creatures. It's like a surreal movie that you'd assume to have been written while under heavy influence."
"We've recently learned the Mayor is a voodoo man, and we're possibly a large plot in which the town is using for...whatever. America's abilities are tampered here, and so are mine." He didn't see a reason to keep that information personal. Not anymore. "So if things appear off for you in superly areas, don't be surprised....oh and a little while ago they discovered there was human meat in the pizza."