A continuation of Imperium
. Based on this prompt.Warnings
. Stalker behavior.
Loki revels in the distaste that his not-brother has for his bindings. He grins ear to ear when Thor breaks them off of him like so much parchment from a book. Still,grateful though he may be to have the use of his tongue restored to him, there simply isn't the time for a grand old family reunion.
He doesn't hesitate to tell Odin as much.
" Another time Allfather
. I fear I have left much unattended to which I must now return. "
Loki gives the gathered royals the courtesy of a deep bow before bending light around himself and disappearing from their gaze. It's back to his secret rifts, the paths between worlds and realms that he so often traveled behind the Gatekeeper's watch.The journey to Earth is an easy one. He arrives unseen and unheard, casting not even a reflection of himself on all those shiny surfaces in Dr. Banner's laboratory. Oh but he does wish to preen, vanity prickling at him in the back of his mind even if he can decipher no cause for it yet.
A beast making play he is still a man. He recalls now his assessment of the fractured scientist who lives in permanent anger and frustration. He revisits that thought, though he feels the knife-twist in his cold broken heart to study their similarities. Like to like. The frost giant making play he was worthy of Asgard's throne; of the Allfather's love.. of Thor.
" Has Fury changed his mind about my room? "
Loki watches the object of his curiosity interact with the lady assassin called Widow, picking apart the threads of their conversation for everything that they're not saying.The art of trading information isn't done with words alone. Most often, words are the cover for the actual exchange. He's always found the language of a person's body to be more honest than what comes from their lips. Green eyes take in the Widow's attempt to act as if there is no secret part of her that still trembles to be so near this man-beast in whose berserker path she was so recently caught; and watches as said man fumbles to keep his eyes everywhere but on the woman and her shape.
" No. You wanna be in the wind, then you're in the wind. Fury just wants you to think about it. "
" Think about it in a cage? "
The assassin reaches the limits of her patience almost too easily and Loki wonders if it's a part of her game, or if she's truly satisfied with her attempt. Curiosity about her however is only a small part of what's on his mind. The Widow can be studied another time. He's more interested in keeping pace with the all but running scientist who stumbles in shock when no one detains him outside. Giddily Loki wonders where they
might be off to now.