#anxious!loki

I can take care of myself 

Weeks into his 'stay' on earth, (or what Thor had called a 'stay' and what Loki had called 'imprisonment') Loki was still finding a hard time growing used to the average midgardian lifestyle-- or average as could be when his constant babysitter was a well known technophile billionaire. Many things seemed chaotic as it were, slipping from his fingers-- and not the chaos he was so fond of. It was not his own doing.

A continuum of low, growls escaped him as he wiggled, and somehow managed to slip into 'jeans' and a tee shirt. He was uncomfortable, and he was sure he had done something wrong when he had decided to clean them-- a tad extra irritating if possible. The plain black hooded garment seemed to be the only familiar friend in the pile, and even then, Loki's stomach dropped when he realized yes, he knew how to zip UP the zipper, but knowing and enacting were two things... For a bit he fumbled then, eventually just leaving the hoodie to hang off his long frame...

--Long, thin frame. His stomach had growled in response. Something now he could not avoid, the god had been paying a small wage for food to be brought to him... for the sake of the mortals obviously! Having a destructive reminder walking around as if he were free? It would cause a riot. And without his usual wares and magic he would still be quite vulnerable against a mass of mortals-- and goodness, whatever heroes came along with them. He could see it then clearly-- standing in the middle of the produce with a cabbage in hand, surrounded by suits. Stomach growling once more at the thought of even cabbage, Loki knew there was no turning back from this. 

Grabbing his coin bag with midgardian allowance saved to the brim, followed by his keycard to the place he now called home, he made his way out as swiftly as possible-- not to catch the attention of any guards or the Iron Man himself. No lecture on 'proper earth behavior' today, not for him. 

Long legs and a quick stride will get you places in New York City, and Loki had approached and entered the Fairway within minutes. His hood was up over his head, helping along with his aloof hair to shield his identity. The cart swung back and forth in his hand almost anxiously as he scanned the produce, eyes every so often darting sideways to check the person beside him as he was not an idiot. Loki knew he would look suspicious even without the darker toned attire. Stopping and hovering over the tomatoes he took a leap and let his hood slip from his head, picking up each tomato and scanning it over once more--