Loki doesn't know how it is by experience, but he's seen a few things in his thousand-plus years of existence. He doesn't know poverty, but he knows exile. He doesn't know what it is to be hungry in one's own country, but he knows deliberate starvation and torture.
It never ceases to amaze him how poorly humans take care of their own, though. Midgard is different from Asgard in its golden days. Its population is far greater, its social problems more complicated, its people less unified and shorter-lived. That Loki had his own ideas about how all this should be handled is undeniable, and he would have put them into practice if he hadn't been defeated by the Avengers before. Whether that would have made Peter's life better or worse up until this point, who knows?
But he does understand, after a moment's reflection, what he means by 'things are kinda tight' and immediately decides pity is the wrong way to respond. He is a god and he will play that role.
"Of course," he says with a smile that exudes smugness. "They are perishable fruits, and Midgard's system for transport and preservation of such foods is underdeveloped. I suppose such things are difficult to obtain in a large city."
...because that's obviously what the kid meant. Logistics, not lack of money.
He's just as glad to leap on the segue, as well, though. He nods at his alternate. "It's his fault. I already liked ice cream when I arrived here--and believe me, Harley took advantage of that--but he's the one that talked me into trying milkshakes. We had neither on Asgard as I recall. Custards, yes, and frozen dishes more like pure ice flavored with fruits and honey, but not ice cream."
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It never ceases to amaze him how poorly humans take care of their own, though. Midgard is different from Asgard in its golden days. Its population is far greater, its social problems more complicated, its people less unified and shorter-lived. That Loki had his own ideas about how all this should be handled is undeniable, and he would have put them into practice if he hadn't been defeated by the Avengers before. Whether that would have made Peter's life better or worse up until this point, who knows?
But he does understand, after a moment's reflection, what he means by 'things are kinda tight' and immediately decides pity is the wrong way to respond. He is a god and he will play that role.
"Of course," he says with a smile that exudes smugness. "They are perishable fruits, and Midgard's system for transport and preservation of such foods is underdeveloped. I suppose such things are difficult to obtain in a large city."
...because that's obviously what the kid meant. Logistics, not lack of money.
He's just as glad to leap on the segue, as well, though. He nods at his alternate. "It's his fault. I already liked ice cream when I arrived here--and believe me, Harley took advantage of that--but he's the one that talked me into trying milkshakes. We had neither on Asgard as I recall. Custards, yes, and frozen dishes more like pure ice flavored with fruits and honey, but not ice cream."