Everyone is looking at Olaf like he's done something wrong and while he's aware this might not be the best possible outcome, it can't be the worst, can it? Except when that flash of universal knowledge strikes Olaf like a lightning bolt, it gets so much worse. "Who's he?" Thor asks, gesturing with his hammer towards the interloper.

"Who the fuck cares?" Anders slurs. "Can we please go back to stealing Gaia back from the goddess sluts before we lose Frigg to their dirty hands?" He cranes his neck back to Idunn. "No offense."

"None taken," she shrugs brightly.

Olaf fumbles to get off his stool, tripping slightly as he reaches out to try and steer this new Loki out before introductions can happen -- or worse, murders. "I'm having a vision," he says. "Very important," he adds, yanking a bottle of vodka with him as he tries to steer Loki towards the stairs. "Very private."