#hawkcyed

      there was absolutely no warning to the actions. loki never did see a need for it, nor ever would despite what others may say. it was just simple -- one minute he wasn’t in the room, and at the very next the god was stretched out over the couch, allowing himself to get comfy in a home that was clearly not his own. “why hello there, barton. funny to see you here,” the god drawled out, amusement clearly written on his features. “figured i might pop in for a bit, see what you were up to. or rather, what you were getting for dinner. i am a bit hungry.”