"So? Should I deal with them or...?" Loki asked, staring at Ignis with a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. The vast darkness of space enveloped them, stars streaking past like fleeting wishes, the group's mounts hovering silently in the cosmic void.
"Thor will handle it. Just stay put, Loki," Ignis refused instantly, his voice a rumbling growl, flames flickering from his massive jaws. The Primordial flames dragon's scales glowed with inner heat, casting an eerie orange light that danced across the endless blackness, his irritation as hot as his element.
"Suit yourself. You... I'm part of the team. Not someone you must babysit," Loki said, the tiniest of frowns on his face, his tone laced with mock offense. He leaned back on his mount, arms crossed, his cape fluttering in a self-conjured breeze, a subtle dig at his companions' constant vigilance.
