[ Maybe it's brazen to enter the sitting room of one's soulmate without having mutually embraced the fact, but Loki doesn't give a fuck. He sees her first as a possible ally, the potential of which requires further nurturing, and then a possible foe as a close second. It has been decades since he squashed the hope of a soulmate, and he'd like to believe that he's still got it firmly under foot.
Tonight he comes as himself, dressed casually in his colors and the magic that obscures him from unwanted attention. There is still risk in meeting here, but the alternative of disguising himself is potentially more inconvenient should anyone decide to show interest in the scarlet witch's personal relationships in Asgard. The shroud is selectively and immediately dropped -- she'd sense him anyway.
Loki circles around the chair opposite her, fingers ghosting over the smooth wood as he says, ] Good evening, Lady Maximoff. Were you able to find more than salt and pepper?
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Tonight he comes as himself, dressed casually in his colors and the magic that obscures him from unwanted attention. There is still risk in meeting here, but the alternative of disguising himself is potentially more inconvenient should anyone decide to show interest in the scarlet witch's personal relationships in Asgard. The shroud is selectively and immediately dropped -- she'd sense him anyway.
Loki circles around the chair opposite her, fingers ghosting over the smooth wood as he says, ] Good evening, Lady Maximoff. Were you able to find more than salt and pepper?