[ Resident newbie, Wade isn't used to such opulence. Depravity, sure, but he built a whole franchise on an origin story that involved stalking his dancer girlfriend at her place of work -- a strip club -- so he's hardly some blushing virgin. Thing is, he half expected to be turned away at the door, or at least given a look and a sarcastic 'good luck'.

Piling onto the growing mountain of shockers, someone approaches him, and he doesn't even have to annoy him into it! Wade's mouth is already quirking with amusement, ready to deliver a scathing quip when he sees who it is. His eyes bug out, and he gasps harshly. ]

Hooooly shit! Wait, wait, wait -

[ This bit's important because, despite his penchant for peering through the fourth wall (when he's not smashing into it), Wade is now aware of a huge McGuffin that they have (possibly) in common. He spreads his hands out in front of him, trying to calm down, his eyes closing for a moment. ]

Hi, I'm Deadpool. Or I am with the suit - You! [ Wade points at him. ] You're Loki. The god, the fucking legend. But I can't tell if you're God of Stories Loki or original recipe.

[ A beat. Wade's eyes tick away from him briefly, then center back on his. Does he know he's been assigned a dominant role this round? Yes. But he expected to work for it a lot harder before some alien god landed in his metaphorical lap. ]

Were you making a move on me just now?