@thgged --
This... was not going to do... at all.
Loki’s closest foray into this concept known only as “communal living” was once sharing quarters with Thor circa some millennia-and-a-half ago; the arguments for space and privacy were violent enough even then that Loki could remember them to the day, threats mounted against another’s persons and everything.
Now this place was asking him to compete with six.
First he tried to tie it off by thinking that surely one or two would probably wander out into the wastes and not return in the coming weeks, but four was, well, already four times Loki’s chosen limit. Maybe he could contend with it if there were separate bedrooms, but that too was apparently a pipe dream--he awoke in Norns be damned barracks!
Gods in the Nine, Loki swore. How in Hel am I going to not kill these people?
He glanced up, noticing that someone had come in, and thought to take his head out of his hands. He’d been sitting in the far end of the living area, too many regrets scrolling through his mind at the time to begin to list.
“Greetings,” Loki said, and it did not sound like much a greeting. “Time already to fight for the death over who sleeps where?”