“You know,” Loki was saying to what he presumed was the open air, “What with how this realm and its inhabitants treat me, it’s as though someone narrates my every step and waking moment, paid by the hour yet despising me as if I were the worst to ever grace the Nine Realms.” Pause. “Projection must be such a debilitating disease.”

   Turning his head, Loki realized that his internal-external monologue had been probably listened to.

    Far be it the first. (And, for the record, that bit of paid by the hour was nothing short of Loki’s imagination, lest you see kinder words in these very parentheses.)

   “A thousand greetings to you, stranger,” he said behind him. “This old trickster was only caught up in the coming and goings of this rather interesting intersection of his life, what with the mystery city and world of worlds going on.”

    A brow went up when he noticed the mask, and further, the rest of the costume. Ah. One of those.

CRITICIZE MY DRIVING. | accepting

    Like finds like. It’s a simple truth--one of those truths that rarely goes dissuaded, denied, or worried about. And why should this particular truth be mentioned? Whatever does it matter?

    Like finds like--even when it means, really, that mischief god finds (almost, maybe) mischief god, and the rest of the world can only watch. (And, presumably, know fear.)

    Loki was smiling, because of course he was. It hadn’t taken so much as a double take to absorb in an instant of what he might be dealing with, further, that dealing wasn’t the right operative at all. More... colluding. The hat, at least, almost made up for the almost blinding him with a shock of neon green hair that was somehow brighter than the God of Mischief’s own eyes. Once his pupils adjusted for impact, that smile of his only got bigger the longer he looked.

    “You’re an unsavory type.” An assertion, not a question. Loki had a hand on his cheek, sitting somewhere of another somewhere, because that wasn’t important right now. What was important, was that he knew. And, with luck, they knew, too. “Don’t worry--the feeling is mutual.”

   Then, business.

   “I’ve been away for a little while,” said Loki, who was surprisingly not lying. “You could say I was taking the scenic route. Figuring out things on my own. I don’t suppose you could clue me in on what’s been hot in the last few days?” There were teeth in his grin. “Or, should I say, what should be interesting?”

    So, after a (brief) stay of absence, it appears that the city is more or less restored to working order. Naturally, that means our favorite (and most handsome) God of Mischief has but the city as his oyster for his--well, let’s say mostly good natured--plots and scheming. Of interest are:

    THE GOLDEN WARD

Home Apartment (312)

    Surely it’s no surprise to anyone that you can find Loki here. In earnest, he’s actually rather well acquainted with the modern, even proto-futuristic stylings of the Golden Ward from having been based in Midgard’s Manhattan since a... rough patch that may or may not have led to an indefinite banishment from Asgard proper. (It’s a tragic story. He should tell you it sometime, maybe after a few rounds at the alcohol parlor.) Nevertheless, out of all the gods hailing from his own slice of the multiverse, Loki is likely the most worldly and well adapted to modern life.

    Just don’t ask for whether or not he has the faintest idea for who his roommates are.

Golden Dawn Resort and Casino

    If Loki hasn’t been banned yet on the basis of ‘cheating’ (to which he insists is nothing more than having a good eye on winning, mind), he will be. Very soon. Until then, you can find him hoarding pots much to the dismay of everyone else at any given game table.

    THE ARCHIMEDES WARD

Dionysus’s Chalice

    And hither, the alcohol parlor where Loki doth spill the tragedies of his history while hunched beside the bar counter and having harassed the bartender for another keg of mead. It should be mentioned that when he isn’t being a walking, (or, hobbling) sob story when drunk, Loki is instead rather fun and playful... more so than usual for “fun and playful”.

Church of Onoma

    “A creation story in which two halves make the ultimate whole? I swear, I must’ve heard this before, somewhere... Oh well. Let them worship their other gods as this god remains a healthy skeptic.”

     THE FIBONACCI WARD

 High Roller

    While Loki hasn’t necessarily forged the connections needed yet to wedge himself into access of Floor 250, it’s by and large a goal of his for Loki considers himself worthy of being ‘in the know’; they say knowledge is power, after all, and this particular God of Mischief wants to wield it best in an unknown city manned on top of an unknown dimension.

  Level 4

    With that in mind, Loki sleazing his way up to High Roller status can be found doing just that in Level 4′s tiers of floors. He can’t resist the temptation of getting fingers into as many pies as possible, be it through above board meetings or negotiations of a far seedier variety. Call it an old habit of his--the more accurate description would be his inability to continue existence unless he amasses as much attention, good or bad, onto himself as he can manage.

     THE COTES WARD

   Fox Village

    Oh, lovely. Just the kind of people Loki was ecstatic to learn he was sharing this spirograph spittle of a multiverse holding zone: Thanos and his minions.

    What do you even say to one of the lackeys of the Mad Titan? Fancy the weather we’re having? Haha, isn’t it so weird to cross paths here of all places? Please don’t have your master remove me from this and all planes of existence?