the teller of tall tales

loki lets out a noise of frustration and drops down to sit beside the other, uncaring if they’re in someone’s way.  “i was trying to leave.  the keyword being trying as it seems there’s something not letting me.”  black nail polish flashes as they impatiently drum their fingers against their thigh.  “don’t s’pose you have any idea what that something might be, do you?” they ask, green gaze landing expectantly on the other. 

loki can’t begrudge her choice to pass on the green ones.  as much as loki may love the color, they know it’s far from the first choice for most other people.  that’s not going to stop the god from trying to convince her, though - she had asked for their help, after all.  “why ever not?” they ask, taking one of the chokers and looking between it and the woman.  “i think it would be a rather nice color on you.  perhaps not as good as blue, maybe, but better than any number of other colors.”  the deity shrugs then, holding the choker out for her to take if she wanted.  “if nothing here is catching your eye well enough, i’m sure there are other stores that will have these, you know.”

one moment, loki had been atop the frozen throne of jotunheim wondering what to do next, and the next moment they'd been seated on a bench in a park. that had been a week ago, though, and they've since found they're in america's capital city. if nothing else, the god is glad to be entertained by all this. a bored loki was never a safe thing, for themself or anyone around them. but they suppose it's time to go back; they can reasonably shirk their duties and responsibilities for only so long. uncaring of the others passing them by on the street, they say, "elsewhere."  but the expected feeling of magic doesn't wash over them and upon opening their eyes, they find they're in the same spot on the sidewalk they'd been in. "huh," loki says, looking down at their hands as if they hold the answer, "that should have worked." turning to the nearest person to them, the god asks, "why do you reckon that didn't work?"

loki isn't the biggest fan of clothes shopping. they like what they own, and rarely see reason to expand their wardrobe. but after showing up in dc with only their armor and torn-up coat for clothes, they figure it's best to expand sooner rather than later, and preferably with clothes that would allow them to fit in better on midgard. they have an armful of clothes ( a sweatshirt, some t-shirts, and a few jeans ) piled on their arm as their attention is caught by the woman speaking. "why not get all of them?" they ask, barely sparing any of them a glance, "that way you won’t have to choose.”  then they really stop, give each one a fair look and point at three of them.  “those three are the ones i’d likely get.”  it should come as no surprise they’d only pointed to ones that were green or black.

loki had very nearly tripped over the girl before noticing she was there. the god skips back a step, green eyes skimming over the scene before him. it’s clear the girl is having a bad day, to put it lightly, if the state of her bike is anything to go by. “it’s fine,” he says, bending down to take a closer at the bike. “this, though, is rather unfortunate.”