Using the word ‘twin’ in this connotation was a little more awkward given that he had one. The kind that shared a womb, even though they didn’t share all of their DNA.

“I mean, any other me - clone or alternate universe or whatever - would probably be as grossed out by the whole idea of sex in general that it wouldn’t even cross our minds.” He reasoned. That made sense, at least in his his head. “But yeah… at what point does an Other Me become a You?”

Not you, Loki. But You in the general sense.

“At the risk of sounding like Isamu, there’s probably a line somewhere. No clue if it’s before or after alligator… hang on. Alligator?! There’s a version of you that’s an alligator?!”