Loki sat at a table in a dimly lit corner of the bar. Tonight was set for one part people watching and one part drinking. When he had arrived he hadn't bothered to ask questions or even introduce himself over the network. He didn't care who knew him, and gathering information was easy enough just by paying attention. Most seemed to ignore him, or maybe they didn't even notice him. He shrugged one shoulder as he sipped his drink. Not that it mattered.
Upon arrival he had found a few sets of his clothing and his cellphone. For a trip to a bar he had decided to wear black jeans, a forest green t-shirt and black sneakers. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders. It seemed they had catered to all three of his personas in terms of clothing.
The dim light flickered across his vivid green eyes, making them almost seem to glow with an inner fire as he quietly observed the other patrons. Two men at the bar were engaged in a heated argument about politics. Loki expected it to erupt into a fist fight at any moment.
Streets:
Well, that had been the strangest place he had ever woken up in, and that was saying something for Loki. At least his own clothing had been there. Just the idea of having to roam in that medical gown was enough to make him scowl.
First impressions were everything, so he had dressed in a crisp white button down, black suit and neutral green tie. His long black hair was combed back into a neat ponytail, and his black shoes shined in the city lights.
He strolled along the street with little purpose, hands stuffed in his pockets. So far he knew little about what was going on. Too little for him, anyway. Loki thought a walk in the cool night air would do him good. Killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. It gave him time to clear his head and familiarize himself with the city all at once.
Loki | MCU/American Gods AU
Loki sat at a table in a dimly lit corner of the bar. Tonight was set for one part people watching and one part drinking. When he had arrived he hadn't bothered to ask questions or even introduce himself over the network. He didn't care who knew him, and gathering information was easy enough just by paying attention. Most seemed to ignore him, or maybe they didn't even notice him. He shrugged one shoulder as he sipped his drink. Not that it mattered.
Upon arrival he had found a few sets of his clothing and his cellphone. For a trip to a bar he had decided to wear black jeans, a forest green t-shirt and black sneakers. His long black hair hung loose over his shoulders. It seemed they had catered to all three of his personas in terms of clothing.
The dim light flickered across his vivid green eyes, making them almost seem to glow with an inner fire as he quietly observed the other patrons. Two men at the bar were engaged in a heated argument about politics. Loki expected it to erupt into a fist fight at any moment.
Streets:
Well, that had been the strangest place he had ever woken up in, and that was saying something for Loki. At least his own clothing had been there. Just the idea of having to roam in that medical gown was enough to make him scowl.
First impressions were everything, so he had dressed in a crisp white button down, black suit and neutral green tie. His long black hair was combed back into a neat ponytail, and his black shoes shined in the city lights.
He strolled along the street with little purpose, hands stuffed in his pockets. So far he knew little about what was going on. Too little for him, anyway. Loki thought a walk in the cool night air would do him good. Killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. It gave him time to clear his head and familiarize himself with the city all at once.