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Loki had been on Midgard before, on ‘official’ business as well as his own pleasures. It was a simple place, by so many means, and yet it had its own flavor of chaos that called to him, made his fingers twitch and spark.
This trip, he was alone. Typically, he travelled to other worlds with Thor, at least, and perhaps with their intrepid crew, as well. There were certainly times, however, when he wished to hold his own, to experience roaming sights at his own pace. There were times he wished to observe more than he wished to act and change the order of things.
It just so happened that such trips managed to ire his progenitor the most.
Apparently, more honorable to the Allfather Odin was the waging of war among worlds with fewer available resources than was the casual observance of their cultures and lives. Such disagreements were certainly not uncommon between them. They did, however, see to it that Loki had to find his own methods for leaving Asgard, and for coming back home. Not every world of interest had as ready a tear in the reality of distance in space, but Midgard had been the easiest to infiltrate without Heimdall’s knowledge.
So there he was, in a Midgardian tavern, about to test whether or not their recreational liquors had improved in the last 500 years.
“What do you have that is strongest?” he posed in reply to the young girl’s greeting question.
Roz turned and looked over the shelves behind her, pondering on his question for a few moments. Finally, she selected a bottle from one of the top shelves, grabbing a small glass and setting it in front of him. Before she started to pour it, however, she looked towards him once more.
“Rocks or no?” she asked, tilting her head a little. As she did, her hair slipped from her shoulders, falling behind her in a curtain of curls. Next to Loki, another customer tried to draw her attention away with a lewd comment, and she completely ignored it, more focused on taking drink orders.
The rest of the bar was dimly lit, with simple hanging lights over the tables that swayed slowly back and forth. The waitresses were draped over the male patrons, giggling at lame or dirty jokes. In fact, those who worked there seem to be the only females in the bar. A few imposing looking men stood near the doors, black t-shirts tight, showing their powerful physiques. It was obvious they were bouncers, though none of them stopped the frankly obscene goings-on.
Roz ignored it all, facing Loki, patiently waiting for an answer.
