In the middle of spearing a bit of fruit with her fork, Fiona stilled, and then lifted her gaze across the table, eyebrows arched high.

Once he'd said it, of course, it made perfect sense. She'd thought maybe he'd been from Loki's same planet or something, that they shared a penchant for haughtiness and viking-wear, but now she could see similarities everywhere she looked.

"You don't know me," she slowly replied, not sure if it was a statement or a question. Had he gone through a door that aged him down? Had it fucked with his memory? Could this be a doppelganger? Was that even possi-

Yes, obviously it was. This was the Nexus.