Wednesday watched as Michael and the Marquis gained the hill. For a second he felt like pulling a Loki and attacking them both, taking the hill all by himself, but with a deep breath he reigned in the impulse. He wasn't Loki. He had to remind himself of that. And he and the Marquis had a pact, and while a little deception in a snow-ball fight wasn't the end of the world, he figured it wasn't probably the best idea. To take his mind off of the whole notion he peppered snowballs at the thin man in black, just for the hell of it.