"Feel free to try and find out," Loki says flatly as he walks to the kitchen, more out of restlessness than because he has any wish to eat anything. Indeed, his stomach has been queasy ever since he'd discovered he was cut off from his magic. Don't Midgardians have any magical talent at all? Isn't there some way he at least could have kept that?

He opens the refrigerator anyway to stare into that instead of at his brother. "I don't see what help I would be without magic, therefore I plan to wait it out. I'm sure it will be very boring for you, go ahead and leave at any time."