The real Loki, undetectable, tidied himself while watching the scene play out. He'd done this thousands of times, effectively stood outside his own life and watched it happen.

It had stopped being at all strange before his hundredth birthday.

Meanwhile, the illusion moved to tidy himself as well, ran hands through hair to re-settle it, turned a bright, toothy smile on the new arrival. Sam, clearly, even if Bo hadn't have said as much. "So you're Sam! I'd say I'm pleased to meet you, but I'm not entirely."