[It isn't that he's settled in here--far from it--but there's certainly no crime in establishing a few habits here or there. Habits like bypassing Fandral's overzealous family coddling every morning in the form of a lengthy visit to one of the coffee shops in Bruce's surprisingly immaculate hotel. Half iced black tea, half iced black coffee. Off the menu. Exceptional.
What he doesn't anticipate on his way out is the slightest glimpse of golden hair--rich red fabric fluttering slightly in the early morning breeze and the solidity of a form that is very much Thor. His brother's presence had existed here once before, thankfully brief until the strange announcement seemed to indicate he had departed from this sort of purgatory. Whether he came of his own will or was taken like the rest of them had not been made clear, but it matters not. Loki doesn't want him here. His meretricious friends have been enough to deal with.
And...no matter how much time has passed here--no matter how much he may or may be settling in, making plans for his own whims and stirring trouble--seeing Thor only exacerbates his hatred. Memories of ages long past, tarnished by the bitter veil of insecurities and malice. He should turn back to re-enter the building or duck down another street, not stare as though rooted to the very cement before the other god. Instead he puts his newly gained powers to good use--hesitating only for a moment in choice before shifting into that of a small boy. His likeness is only slightly visible--dark hair, fair skin, and a darkness in his eyes that perhaps does not belong on one of his age.]
I totally meant for this to be short....also 005 I gues
What he doesn't anticipate on his way out is the slightest glimpse of golden hair--rich red fabric fluttering slightly in the early morning breeze and the solidity of a form that is very much Thor. His brother's presence had existed here once before, thankfully brief until the strange announcement seemed to indicate he had departed from this sort of purgatory. Whether he came of his own will or was taken like the rest of them had not been made clear, but it matters not. Loki doesn't want him here. His meretricious friends have been enough to deal with.
And...no matter how much time has passed here--no matter how much he may or may be settling in, making plans for his own whims and stirring trouble--seeing Thor only exacerbates his hatred. Memories of ages long past, tarnished by the bitter veil of insecurities and malice. He should turn back to re-enter the building or duck down another street, not stare as though rooted to the very cement before the other god. Instead he puts his newly gained powers to good use--hesitating only for a moment in choice before shifting into that of a small boy. His likeness is only slightly visible--dark hair, fair skin, and a darkness in his eyes that perhaps does not belong on one of his age.]
Are you lost?