Loki strolled into the nightclub, planning on getting a drink and seeing how the adults enjoyed this particular facet of entertainment at the park. He caught sight of Eric Northman, the owner of sorts of the club. Tony Stark owned everything on this island, though he had outside vendors come to work, which is where Northman came into play. Loki glanced at the rather morbid decor and smirked, approaching Eric. "You certainly understand the dangers of this place," he commented as way of greeting.
Eric glanced up from the tablet resting on the counter behind the bar as the other man spoke. He’d been looking over some security footage, making sure everything was where it should be. “Yes, well one vicious creature can usually recognize and respect another. I don’t want these fools making some horrible mistakes and getting us all killed. I may be fast, but there’s only so far you can run on an island.”