How fleeting and finicky magic could be, especially on days when energy was low or acting a little stranger than usual. It was almost like a child: with the potential of random changes of the mood and bizarre attitudes and actions. Loki, who was not the "master" of magic but was incredibly adept at the usage of it (especially in comparison to others) even dealt with these troubles. Perhaps not very often, no, but enough.
Today was one unfortunate day. Paperwork was actually finished for once and Keir had no use for him at the given moment and thus the God's day was to be planned out and played as he saw fit, not held down by kingly duties for once. What had initially been a trip to a little cafe he knew in New York City with the best scones in town and probably the best café au lait turned out to be something much, much different. The energy patterns were a little wonky and he, unfortunately, had not been paying close enough attention to notice (he blamed the coffee he was thinking about), and, thus, as he made move to teleport to just a block from the cafe where no one would see him, he ported elsewhere.
A spaceship. In space. Not a coffee shop nor anything even remotely or vaguely similar, but an actual spaceship moving at however many miles or light years with sleek, metal walls and high-tech electronics and sounds that didn't sound like that of a quiet cafe. Of course, had he had any right mind, he would have teleported straight back out, but curiosity overtook common sense and instead of doing just that, he pressed on, eyes peering about him as he hesitantly took step after step. Were there even any people on board this thing?
