Loki isn’t used to the over-processed food of Midgard to begin with, it isn’t really his thing. Wherever he does visit Midgard (to invade them) he just won’t eat for the entirety of his being there, besides a few snacks he brings. This however isn’t really an issue, for Loki is a god and not eating for a week or two isn’t really a big deal. Well, it isn’t a big deal to everyone but Mobius. Mobius loves Migardians and (almost) all their customs, everything about them he likes. He has adopted almost every odd quirk they hold. Loki, despite probably spending more time with Migardians, has not adopted any of their quirks.
So when Mobius and Loki visit the World’s Fair in 1893 Chicago, Loki doesn’t think he’ll have to subject his taste buds to that of Midgardian food.. However Mobius insists, and Loki’ll be damned to say no to Mobius. He’s a little ray of sunshine and Loki is pretty damn sure he means no harm.. Probably. Plus, Mobius asks to get pie all the time and Loki agrees— and it’s not half bad! How different could popped corn be? Loki has had corn before, surely they’re similar. Though when Loki is given his popped corn by an excited Mobius (who is listing off several facts about the stand they’re walking away from) he’s a little confused.. This is a lot different than the corn on Asgard— but Loki isn’t (is) one to judge, it is ‘popped’ corn, and he guessed they look like tiny explosions. Cute. Mobius urges him to try it, so he does— and jesus it’s terrible. He hates the texture and it tastes like ash. Some hulls of the popcorn catch between his teeth. Terrible experience, he hates Midgard food why did he let this stupid little man convince him otherwise. It’s unbecoming of a prince to spit out food, but he lost that title awhile ago so god help him he doesn’t care, he leans over a little, coughs and spits it out, looking utterly betrayed.
“..Tastes like ash” He manages between gags, shoving the popcorn funnel into Mobius hands “Was that intentional?? Do you dislike me that much?” He finishes, whipping the saliva off his lips and looking around to confirm he hadn’t made to much of a scene
“..I— No it tastes good?? Do you not like it?” Mobius says, shoveling a handful of his popcorn into his mouth, still wary to go ahead and eat Loki’s dejected popcorn
“Do I not like it!? It’s repulsive.. How are you eating it..” He says, fixing his hair that got a little messy when he was being (admittedly) a little dramatic about the popcorn “Was that a prank? If it was, you are very puerile.”
“..Okay I get it I get it.. No popcorn. What about taffy?” He says, offering a small wrapped candy to Loki
“Absolutely not. I refuse to eat Midgard food anymore.” He denies, pushing it away from him.
“What do you even eat when you attempt to conquer Earth” Mobius asks, eating Loki’s popcorn now that he’s sure he doesn’t want it
“Nothing usually, never there for long.” He answers, trailing behind Mobius as they walk
“What? You’re usually there for weeks, Loki. I think there was like, two occasions where it was less than that” Mobius pauses to let Loki catch up before continuing to walk
“Yeah. A mere speck in comparison to my lifespan” Loki confirms, walking side by side with Mobius
“I don’t like that, Loki. Doesn’t seem healthy” He mutters, eating his popcorn “You sure you don’t like any Earth foods?” Mobius asks, looking over at Loki
“...The pie we eat together is acceptable” He replies, fixing his jacket
“That’s TVA food, not Earth food” He groans, annoyed Loki doesn’t know the difference
“There isn’t much of a difference. Midgard food just tastes different I don’t know. Every other planet I’ve visited was perfectly fine food-wise. Lamentis-1! They had lovely food” Loki says, excited.
“You mean the planet you fled to after betraying me?” Mobius asks jokingly, having to slow down for Loki to catch up. For someone with such long legs you’d think he’d walk faster, but god does Loki take his time. He knows there on a time crunch, right?
“...not the best example. Jotunheim! They have amazing food.” Loki makes up quickly
“You know damn well they don’t.” Mobius retorts, almost appalled at how stupid Loki thinks he is.
“...I don’t get out much.” Loki mumbles, trying his very hardest to remember to walk fast
“I know” Mobius chuckles