[Asgard, before Ragnarok, had been very bountiful. Lots of fruits and vegetables that were sweet and delicious. But they were nothing like the processed sugary sweets he has found here. Yes, both the fruit he grew up with and the sugar here can be classified as sweet, but they still seem like completely different things to Loki. He can hardly call them the same thing at all.]

I saw something in one of the shops that was the brightest blue I had ever seen trying to pass itself off as food. I do not know how they did it and I am unsure I want to. For the most part, the food has been tasty and has not yet killed me or made me ill though. I am counting that as a win.

[There might be a hint of embarrassment colouring Loki’s cheeks at that, but he puts on a nonchalant look and refuses to acknowledge just how much he feels like he needs this object.

He does not, however, simply leave. Instead, he places the Tesseract down again, though much closer to himself now, and continues eating. To just leave right now would be rude and one thing, aside from magic, his mother taught him was manners.]

Have you found which object was meant for you yet then?