Billy! You brought Wiccan too, you're all Pagan'd up!

[ Loki's eyes are wide and dark from mushrooms when he veers around and finds the welcome sight of his Moon Boyfriend there, trussed up in his superheroic smarts. The goat blood streaked down his face has dried by now, fortunately, when he ducks in to peck Billy on the cheek, reaching to hold onto him in the mass of bodies. ]

Oh, the birds ... Don't mind them, they're mine. I'm so glad you came, do you want to dance?