[ Chris blinks at the giant horse staring at him placidly, thinking for a moment that he's hallucinating. Maybe it's altitude sickness, except that's clearly not a problem for him right now, and the only thing he's eaten lately has been food he's cooked himself. Maybe something in the water? But even some kind of parasite wouldn't act on his system that quickly.

No, this is probably something to do with Loki and his magic, and while Chris feels woefully out of his depth, he tries to rally himself. ]

I really wish you spoke English. Or that I could understand you somehow. Because I could swear you looked like a man for a second.