Groan. Had he not just thought it was great no one would know him here? Of course someone would know him, or one of him. To be Loki was to have yourself screw you over, even out of peaceful enjoyment of breakfast meats.

"Please clarify which me is supposed to know you before I panic." Because if it was King Loki or, worse, the younger Loki, he might as well drown himself in the shake the waitress just put in front of him.