[ GOD OF MISCHIEF ]

It was worth it, at least.

His brows raise, eyes widening as the man drops his name - Loki. Oh man, he was familiar with Loki, at least in the form of stories told by his brother Thor. Thor had bad things to say about Loki of course, but more than that he spoke of how much he missed his brother, how his made him laugh, how in the end, he did the right thing and...how he hadn't deserved to die the way he did.

Loki was dead. And yet he was standing here right before him.

"Loki. Okay, cool. Cool cool cool."

"Dead?" He let out a sound that was half scoff and half incredulous laugh, "Don't be absurd. I'm not dead, I've been abducted. Did my brother tell you that? A poor joke, and he never was a terribly creative liar."

He took the rest of his bag of clothing and immediately started walking past the man. He didn't look Asgardian, which meant that Loki certainly didn't have time for him. He wasn't in the mood to play games with humans, he had an escape plan to make. Or a takeover plan. Perhaps both.

She stepped forward, hands in her jacket as she narrowed her eyes, "And who are you, then, dragonslayer? I'm--" she paused, identities flickering slightly, then answered, less confidently, "...Bell. I'm Bell."

Not that it had stopped him, but it meant he hadn't had chances to go out and indulge as often as he'd like.

It was some kind of fancy restaurant again, and there was a little wet dog of a man sitting at a table with shattered glass at his feet and the most ridiculous self-aggrandising expression on his face.

"And I will be happy to tell you how I gutted it and freed him from the beast's stomach, but first!" He tipped his head back, raising his mug to his lips, chugging down the remainder of his drink before smashing the vessel on the ground, with a call of, "Another!"

Gone were Peter's sleepy days in his grandpa's house in the middle of suburbia. There he just saw people, sometimes dogs, sometimes cats, never aliens, talking raccoons or living planets. It was nice, in a way, but after a while it had just become so...boring.

So incredibly boring.

Not like Spirale, where he could run into a guy half stripping as he stumbles out of a car while taking a bite of a burger he was eating way too early in the morning.

Something about this guy's appearance just nags at him, like he's been talked to about a guy like this, with that slicked back hair and those honestly? rancid vibes. Maybe it would come to him eventually.

For now?

"Dude, are you serious?"

He sighed, scrambled to pull the coat off and his tunic on, and then adjusted it until he was comfortable. For some reason, when he'd attempted to don the garments with magic it hadn't worked.

"If the master of this realm wished me more elegantly clothed upon my arrival, they shouldn't have dispersed my magic."

Ah, there was one that caught her eye! The man stepping out of the cab didn't seem especially unusual, besides the armor he was fiddling with as he stepped out. She didn't often see someone suiting up like that just after they'd gotten here. His oath of vengeance bellowed to the skies drew her interest even more, forcing her to stifle a giggle before approaching.

Yes, he had somewhat reconciled with Thor before, and perhaps he'd have been willing to stand by his brother's side at that point, give some ground. With Asgard gone, and... everything else. But Thor wasn't here, and the best way to be safe in any place was to be comfortably seated at the top. So it would be the old tricks again, changed or not.

Welcome!

You'll be staying in CONDO 407!

You'll retain your MAGIC CONCEALMENT!

You'll be given a WOODEN DAGGER!

Enjoy your stay!