Loki has similar thoughts, of course. He’s pretty sure if he hadn’t met Hob when he arrived that he’d probably have already found his way out of here. It certainly hadn’t taken this long with the Time Keepers and He Who Remains, at least. Loki is also aware that his actions are selfish, but when he looks at Hob, he can’t bring himself to care. What he is willing to do though, is maybe help Hob save his own world. Maybe even help everyone here. Isn’t that his purpose now on his throne anyway?

And in the meantime, he’s going to enjoy every last second he gets with Hob. He smiles as Hob holds onto his hand, his eyes sparkling with delight at the touch. “What is it with your world and all the sugar? Not that it can’t be delicious, but you really stand out for that.”

Loki watches as Hob grabs the remainder of the ingredients and he can’t help but think this whole dish will be exactly what he just thought of the marshmallows. Sweet and delicious. “Roasting marshmallows. So I assume they will melt then?” He squeezes one of them, trying to judge their consistency. He does tend to enjoy food cooked over an open fire, why not gooey sugar?