I'm pretty sure he's eyeing you across the room at a upper-crust cocktail function, and will appear anon at thine side to hold thy drink whilst thy cell phone is recovered from the depths of thy purse. And then he will ravish thee.
"Loki. Hagrid's motorbike. Fan-fictioneers, GO."
"You, sir, are a noble delight." "Nay, 'tis you, gentleman and scholar!"
"Yes, I'm wearing blue and black. I am the bruise Loki leaves behind on the hearts of those who would love him."
"Dude! It's rad to be single."
"My shirt matches my eyes. It was no accident."
"I'm growing the manly beard Chuck Bartowski could only hope to compose from Morgan's clippings and glue to his own chin."
"I really should be making finger guns in this photograph. What a thorrible omission. ZING."
"Well played, all of us. Yes. Jolly good. See you next time."