Loki hated the Odinson family more than anyone could have ever known.  He was a prize for them destroying his family and others like him downtown one Christmas, a baby taken and given the Odinson last name.  It was meant to instill fear in the other gangs in New York.  But Loki didn’t care about them, he just cared about being a trophy.  He’d rebelled, plotted, planned, and he knew he had the chance to take down Odin and his mob once and for all.  But... it would be difficult, dangerous, and well... Loki needed help.  Which was what led him to the underground of Stark’s gang, to meet him.  The year was 1928 and Loki was dressed in a perfect striped black coat, and hat.  He had his cane, a weapon that he was known to use on those he needed to, and his guns were at the ready as he strolled into the bar.  He could feel all eyes upon him, having never met anyone here.  The facts that he knew where this was, proved he’d found a snake in the grass of this gang and squeezed it for all its information.  And yet, he didn’t bring any guards, he only brought himself.  It was a sign that he didn’t come there to start trouble with them, but rather to speak to them.  Of course the large bag of money on his arm didn’t hurt to have either. 

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He was meeting with the client at a nice restaurant for lunch. Steve’s apartment might have been complete shit, but he had a wide array of nice clothing. Some gifts, some bought with his own money. Tools of the trade. Steve wore a white Oxford and dark navy slacks with a matching tie. Simple, professional. And it made him look sexy. Which was the point, most of the time. He followed the maitre di into the back of the restaurant and sat across from a dark haired man. He offered a smile. “Steve. Good to meet you.”

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Loki was truth be told, a little nervous.  Dressed in a fine green suit with a white scarf, he was the epitome of looking sharp.  He smoked a cigarette outside the restaurant, he had arrived a few minutes early, because he wanted to be sure this was the place.  He didn’t have much way of contacting Howard though, and knew he ate late.  Still, he didn’t look out of place, and cigarette smoking was a good excuse to stand outside and wait. 

     Steve made his way toward the tent. If anyone would have an idea, might have a clue, it was Howard. It had to be Howard. He was the smartest fella Steve knew, and that was reasonable. It was perfectly reasonable for him to go seek the man out. But, that wasn't the whole reason. there was something that made it seem like the only idea in the world -- not just the best. It was the only thing he could get to make any kind of sense. The closer he got, the stronger that tickle turned into an ache, and the more he needed to find the man. And as soon as he stepped inside, he could breathe in and almost taste everything in the area, everyone. The taste on his tongue slid in deeper and he felt his mouth water. It didn't make a damn bit of sense, but Steve stumbled forward -- graceful and graceless all at once. "There's something --" The word stumbled right along with the rest of him and Steve moved forward, taking the next ten steps in one long stride. He needed something; he didn’t have a clue what that was, but he needed it.

Still, he needed to learn more, integrate into their society more.  Which was how Stark Industries came up, and soon he was at a car auction.  He had plenty of money, though most of it was conjured by his own magic, it matched actual currency exactly, so he had a feeling the humans would not notice.  He was dressed nicely, a suit of course, with a white scarf, as he looked around the car show.  This man, Stark, he was the most brilliant inventor Loki had seen in a while.  Intrigued by his mind, but also by his pictures in the papers.  Loki was curious about him, which didn’t hurt considering he had to be here to blend in as well.  His green eyes looked around, a few girls giggling and blushing about his looks.  He smirked, well at least he seemed to be fitting in, in some way or another.  Before his eyes finally landed upon the man himself, Howard Stark.