Loki stared in front of himself and absentmindedly adjusted his crown - not a circlet, or a helmet, a crown. He was more or less disinterested in whatever may have been going around himself - though the whole Hero School thing seemed like a cool idea on paper thus far the whole thing didn't seem like much. Now, truth to be told he had actually been sleeping while leaning against a wall - that was one of the few rare physical little tricks he had learned, or maybe he had always known how to do something like that.

It had been another strange dream, nothing too strange - he was just trying to take over the world and fought against a lot of heroes, or at least some nasty version of himself was doing that. Loki didn't really like that version of himself, even though it had just been in a dream. With a little sigh the God of Mischief and Stories straightened up and headed towards a small group of people. He had a huge feeling of déjá vu, like he had seen a place like this before, been in a place like this before... Nah, that must have just been his imagination playing tricks on him.