"Oh sure, mud is fantastic," Loki replied agreeably, rolling his eyes at the boy's recalcitrance. But as the smaller hand settled into his, he smirked and spoke a phrase in Old Norse, that sparked and fizzled with magic.

They shimmered out of existence, and an instant later found themselves standing - still in mud - but right in front of the tea shop.

"Ah, this looks nice," he said cheerfully, dropping Robin's hand and striding up to the front door.