[ Only now as she leads him to their seats does Loki raise a brow at her contact. He is not starved for affection -- is not one to freely invade physical personal spaces as Thor -- but it is, or was, few from which he accepted casual touch without batting an eye. One of them is dead; another thinks him so.
Likewise, there are but a handful of those who would thoughtlessly place their hands on him so casually. He is the trickster, repulsive and not to be trusted -- yet this Midgardian girl guides him through foreigners without an apparent second thought and even has the guts to match a leer with a glare. At that, Loki finds his surprise to be mild. She is tolerating him, after all, and that requires moxie.
Perhaps the comfort comes from replacing his face with another. ]
You have no idea, [ he says as he slides onto the edge of the bench. Despite his obvious distaste for the tavern, he seems to meld right in, one knee jutted out as he waves barmaid over. ] The people would be ten times worse if my brother and his cohorts were here.
[ Two tankards of mead and a wooden platter with bread, cured meat, a hunk of cheese, and a knife are set down before them. The contents rattle and slosh as someone slams their fist onto the table with a cheer. Loki waits for the potential encore before reaching for his drink. ]
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Likewise, there are but a handful of those who would thoughtlessly place their hands on him so casually. He is the trickster, repulsive and not to be trusted -- yet this Midgardian girl guides him through foreigners without an apparent second thought and even has the guts to match a leer with a glare. At that, Loki finds his surprise to be mild. She is tolerating him, after all, and that requires moxie.
Perhaps the comfort comes from replacing his face with another. ]
You have no idea, [ he says as he slides onto the edge of the bench. Despite his obvious distaste for the tavern, he seems to meld right in, one knee jutted out as he waves barmaid over. ] The people would be ten times worse if my brother and his cohorts were here.
[ Two tankards of mead and a wooden platter with bread, cured meat, a hunk of cheese, and a knife are set down before them. The contents rattle and slosh as someone slams their fist onto the table with a cheer. Loki waits for the potential encore before reaching for his drink. ]