Nothin? Hn.
I'm no magician, but that don't bode well.

[Far be it from Logan to expect a warm reception from anyone, but this doesn't hit him as chilly. Just a little confused. He leans in obnoxiously close. Encroaching on the other man's space as his nose wrinkles like a curious dog. The scent seems about right, but by the looks of things he's dealing with a different Loki.]

But maybe I just got the wrong guy. Had you pegged for one of Asgard's own, no?