Icy blues flickered up to Eliza, once again he’d found himself on the losing end of a conflict despite his best efforts. Loki wasn’t too sure if more damage had been done to him physically, or to his EGO — especially in the presence of someone he often tried to IMPRESS. What a pathetic sight he must be, where he currently lay on the floor.

@unrely asked: it's safer to just stay away from me. // loki for steve? *eyes emoji* @mxrvelouscreations: "I might have believed that if I was faced with the version of you that i met in 2012. But Thor tells me that you've changed and so, I'm willing to give you a second chance. Not all of us are evil," Steve replied, giving the god a small smile before motioning with his arm to the chairs. "You wish to join me? I was thinking of getting some dinner in and watching a movie perhaps?"

" Thor ought to watch his tongue. " It's awkward, being here in the land that he'd failed to take over with the people who caused that failure in the first place. He'd hoped being standoffish and rude would be enough to cause everyone to keep their distance, but alas. Instead, they're all . . . forgiving and understanding. He stares at the chairs, arms crossed, before reluctantly sitting.

>> LOKI

Did she even know how much those words meant to him? Loki wasn’t always one to allow his GENUINE emotions to shine through. The trickster was often to prideful for his own good, or too preoccupied in maintaining a certain image of himself. One of the few people who could break down those walls however? Apart from his brother on occasion, was his MOTHER. She was someone who had always shown him love, had always believed in him too, even if he had probably let her down numerous times over the years.

“ I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. ”

Though, it was likely a negative comment on his MISCHIEVOUS antics — after all, he had been posing as their father and ruling over Asgard. After faking his death of course. Perhaps it was out of line, but then again, as Thor said, it was likely expected from him. Loki had quite the reputation for his less than favourable hijinks, but one thing was for sure, it got him ATTENTION. And that was what he craved.

He watched her, head turning slightly to look at the woman as she stood beside him, clearly a chatty one, and full of energy which he didn’t know if he wanted to deal with right now. Although… On the other hand, she did seem intent on indulging in him, and so grin stayed in place as he pondered over what exactly to show her. Likely not anything that would give too much away, after all, he didn’t know her, and should he want to pull any tricks in the future, it’d be no fun if she already knew them all.

“ I suppose, as a Midgardian, you probably have lived quite the sheltered life. A shame really. ” It did sound quite boring. No magic, no Gods…

       Despite having been thrown into a whole new city without his knowing, it strangely didn’t bother Gaius too much. All he was a simple thief who had no real home to call his own. He couldn’t even call the Shepherds a type of home, despite the relationships he had built there. To him, it was a job he was paid for and once his services were done, he was gone. Gone to wander the streets of the cities and towns, looking for ways to keep making a living. 

       He had little idea how he ended up in a city like this, yet here he was. The buildings were of an unfamiliar build, the roads filled with unfamiliar vehicles with noises he’d never heard before. What did give him a sense of familiarity were the streets filled with people, surrounding marketplaces and stalls. 

       Filled with people unsuspecting of the hidden intentions of the thief. Most of his belongings were taken away from him upon entering the city. The needle and threads he carried around for when he needed to sew. His weapon, replaced with a wooden sword instead. 

       ...All of his sweet, sugary goods! Pilfered from his own pockets! Take the gold but leave the sugar, damn you! The only one that was left behind was his little pink bear lollipop, still resting against his chest plate. If Gaius was a religious man, he’d be thanking the gods for having left his favorite little guy alone.

       Why they’d take his sweets and leave his gold, he didn’t know. But he knew he needed to replace what was lost. The street was busy but his fingers were quick. Within a matter of minutes he had amassed a small pile of extra coins ( he assumed them to be money but they looked different from his own ) and even a few bits of candy. One a lollipop that he popped right into mouth.