As the doctors' gazes gradually grew more fervent, the questions they asked became increasingly strange.
For example:
"Have you ever killed someone in a dream? Did that person say something like, 'I am you'?"
"Dr. Blake, are you hungry right now? Is there any particular food you especially like? For example... people?"
"When you talk to someone, do you step forward with your left foot first or your right foot? Or do you feel like you have another pair of legs?"
Loki found these mortals as annoying as flies, and many of their questions were practically an insult to his intelligence. But the invisible Thor was still watching nearby, so he could hardly just kill them all.
He could only force a smile and answer their questions one by one.
Meanwhile, the doctors scribbled frantically in the medical records. Every time he answered a question, they would flush with excitement and write for ages. Soon, they did not even have enough paper, and the oldest among them pulled out a bottle of medicine from his chest pocket and swallowed several pills.
About two hours later, the questioning finally ended. The doctors all looked as though they had just gone through a great battle, wiping the sweat from their heads and panting heavily.
The old specialist was still the most composed. He smiled and shook hands with the fake Thor. "The questioning is more or less complete. We need to go out and compile our conclusions. Please wait patiently for now."
"I'm perfectly normal. I'm sure of it. I don't have any mental illness."
Loki, wearing Thor's appearance, answered like that. He confidently crossed one leg over the other, casually swept his long hair behind his ear, and combed through it several times with his fingers.
Turning into Thor really was