"You want my help?" Loki asked him, "fine jest, Thor." He leaned back on the hard marble slab that passed as a bed. He found it simply laughable that his 'brother' needed his help, and he guessed that it was either an attempt to humiliate him or prove to Odin that he was secretly not as jaded as hr appeared or something.
"This is no laughing matter, Loki!" Thor snapped. He was an impertinent man-child, and just about always snapped when he couldn't get his own way, and as Loki glanced at Thor through the slightly yellow tinged protective force shield, he could see just how angry the hulking oaf was getting.
"I am not laughing, brother," as he said that last word, he mimed quotation marks with his fingers and smiled wryly, "why after all this time, you come to see me? I spared Odin's life, did I not?"
"Impersonating the Allfather is treason of the highest order," Thor told him stoically.
"He is not my king," Loki spat, "I have no allegiance to him, or to any of the realms. As far as I am concerned, your pet human can be as lost as she likes."
Thor fumed. Loki had always been able to do this, get at the truth through manipulation. Changing the subject for a moment was a great way of breaking Thor's steadfast resolve, and it worked, each and every time.
"Unfortunately, I know you, Thor," Loki replied snidely.
"Hear me out, Loki," Thor sighed.
Loki grinned, "Are you going to tell me a story?"
"In a way," Thor said simply, "Roanoke."
Loki sat up immediately. From the 1200's to the 1600's, he tended to spend a lot of time in North America, seeding chaos there when he had to leave Asgard to avoid killing someone. Roanoke was an English settlement, and it disappeared without a trace. And since he liked to spend time there, he was the one blamed . . .
"If you are here to blame me for a second time . . ." he started.
"Croatoan."