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After the events with the ridiculous anti-mutant group, Loki had noticed quite a bit on the Midgardian idiot box regarding property damages, death tolls, discussions on the ethics of mutants and non-humans. It was, frankly, ridiculous. Of course, anyone former royal understood what propaganda was, though he wasnât entirely sure how, with all of the resources possessed by the Avengers and their contemporaries, the media wasnât firmly turned in their favour. What was more, Loki was very quickly learning that Midgard was immensely xenophobic as well as foolishly anti-anything different from a typical human being.
As it was, though, he had had to become even more covert with his disguises and had begun ditching his hair for something in red. It was far easier to be a kindly male human who just so happened to look like Loki than to risk being recognized. He was very sure that any Midgardian who attempted to collar him like they had Mantis, Peter, Quill, and so many others would be sorry they had even attempted, but he just didnât want to deal with the aggravation. Mostly, however, he avoided being recognized by⌠not going out. Instead, he had all but taken up residence in the Sanctum, though he supposed he should probably ask Stephen for a room rather than simply teleporting into vacant rooms in various hotelsâwhich was beginning to lose its hilarity.
Honestly, he missed Asgard. Even the cell where heâd been sequestered had more familiarity than this Odin-forgotten pit. Everything was different, though. Before, in spite of his crimes or any other missteps, he had always had Asgard to fall back on. His home in spite of himself, his family there. Now there was none but Thor and, evidently, Hela. Though just how fair it was to call her sister was still up for debate. It was really quite a melancholy existence at the moment for the God of Mischief, who couldnât even rightly cause chaos without drawing attention. He let out a sigh as he stood at the top of the stairs, looking out onto the streets of New York. He turned, however, when he heard someone behind him.
Loki didnât know Mantis well, nor had he ever really spared a thought for her, but he remembered her in the cell. And in the Soul Stone in the fight against Thanos. âHello there,â he greeted.
Mantis hadnât meant to be spotted though she supposes she should know from experience that she was not a very sneaky individual. No matter how quiet she was she was always spotted by someone and her curious nature did not help her in keeping herself safe. This is a man named Loki, she knows and though much is said about his time on Terra she knows little else about him then to be wary. But she does not wish for that to be her only information regarding the man as they have never spoken before. She believes she saw him when they were being rescued though she had been much more worried about her companions and their health at the time.Â
âHello,â she greeted in return though as politely as she would do with anyone else and shy mannerisms to compliment her quiet voice. âI am sorry to have disturbed you?â She was unsure of what Loki was doing but he seemed deep in thought and she had not meant to intrude. She had a couple of the books Stephen had recommended to her in her arms that she was planning on studying at the moment.
She had been gifted pots and plants, seeds and fertilizer so that she could grow plants and practice her magic, both books spoke of the manipulations and of course the whatever else she would need in order to possess this kind of power. She was doing nothing of interest here but to see if she could sit and look onward outside the Sanctum for a comfortable reading atmosphere.
âYou are Loki?â She questions though she does not know why when she does, in fact, know his name. âAre you staying with us here in the Sanctum?â