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It wasn’t every day that the god of lies happened across anyone capable of impressing him. His time among the Midgardians had proven nothing if that all mortals were mostly dumb and greedy. Hell his own brute of a half brother was just as pathetic as most mortals. The only thing that set him apart from them was his ability to level armies with his annoying man-hammer. Regardless of his discontent among the humans, Asgard was destroyed which meant the trickster didn’t exactly have a home to go to. Earth was being treated as the new Asgard and while Loki wasn’t fond of the idea, he also knew Midgard was about as close to Asgardian life one could get. With that in mind, try as he might to find some place else to settle in the universe, he always seemed to find himself back in some form or another.

Dark hair with the eyes to match, Loki’s current form was nothing if not seductive in its own right. He enjoyed sitting daintily in cafes sipping the latest in cold brews and watching men stumble over their words as they attempted to gain his favor. As something of a telepath, he always knew what they were going to say before they said it --- not because he was digging in their head --- but because he’d been around long enough to pick up on the cues. He knew exactly which ones were single, which ones were married. Knew which ones were lying about their wealth and which were definitely only interested in bedding him. The female form could bring men to their knees when wielded properly, a talent someone else in the room seemed to share as well. That alone piqued Loki’s interest, but a closer study would have him believe they were not your average human ( if human at all ).

After dismissing the latest attempt at getting his number, Loki stood, three inch heels clicking as he seated himself before the other form. Whether or not they appreciated the intrusion mattered not to him. He trusted they wouldn’t make a scene in such a public place.