Rogue threw her hands up in exasperation. It wasn't an apology, but she was starting to - extremely slowly - become more fluent in Asgardian and in terms of defining what he actually meant, it would do. She shifted, leaning back to be able to address both of them.

Her gaze went to Loki first and sharpened on the blood in his hand before taking in the remnants of the snow globe at his feet and the trashed table.

"What happened?"

Either of you can feel free to chime in at any point right now.