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『          "So how exactly does your time machine work?” Pidge questioned, curiously examining the outside of the T.A.R.D.I.S. as she’d heard it called. So far, she hadn’t been inside. Right now, she was more fascinated by learning how it worked. If she had it her way, however, she’d pop inside, find the engine, dismantle it, and put it back together. No better way to learn than to break something. “And you said you’re a...time doctor?”         』

She was in a mood alright.  It radiated off of her and if he was oblivious to it than really it was his fault.  She just wanted one day (one day!) where they explored some far off planet without stumbling onto some vast conspiracy that nearly ended them.  As it was, her clothes were stained with mud and something that she did not want identified.  

He seemed in his element, she noted.  All smiles as that clever mind of his worked.  She pressed his lips together and tried to hold back.  But in the end, she couldn’t.  

Tenth vc: Oi! At least I died doing some good!… But what did you expect? A Time Lord can only escape death for so long

“Ah, well, y’see… My machine sort of brought me here, I don’t even know where I am, hold on-” He held up his hand and sniffed the air a few seconds before snapping his fingers before staring at the other. “Oh wait! This is Asgard, isn’t it? Oh! It’s been ages since I’ve been here, so if this is Asgard then that means you’re… Loki! You’re Loki aren’t cha? Nice to meet you, I’m The Doctor.”

♔—- Of course, the God of Mischief wasn’t at all surprised that the Doctor knew of Asgard, though his means of identifying the place seemed... odd. Loki could identify scents just fine. His senses seemed to be heightened, even by Aesir standards. A Jotun thing, he assumed, but to identify a planet based on its smell alone? Loki could tell that The Doctor wasn’t a human or an Aesir by his scent, though what he was left him... baffled.

“Oh my goodness gracious, I’m so sorry about that!” It wasn’t like her to run head first into someone, even on her craziest days the Time Lady always exercised her use of manners and common courtesy. At four hundred and thirty-two years old she would have thought that she would have grown better at watching where she happened to be walking, not to mention the fact that the young Gallifreyan almost spilled her tea all over the stranger.

Taking a quick second to look over the man, the young blonde trying to see any noticeable injuries on the human from her bounding into him did she shake her head at her own thoughtless actions.