[ Being hungover is such a pain, the indignity is worse than the queasiness by far. Gripping the sink in the bathroom, Loki pulls down his grotty hat-hoodie combo and cracks his knuckles as he thinks Why am I like this and sloughs off one form for another, one without as many foul connotations attached to it. He feels far too exposed in front of Tony (whose eyes are probably fucking recording him looking pathetic to show the Avengers at their next hubbub.
(That's paranoia, but it works for him in the moment. Impetus.)
The woman who returns to their table has the same hungover-pink cheeks but freshening up was taken to a literal level, long hair braided over a shoulder and a layer of War-paint make-up putting together a much better picture. That was shapeshifting, it was easy, whereas her magic went a bit wonky so her outfit was kept to some muted leggings with a tied off shirt (Peter's, she may have grabbed both garments through a hasty portal in the mirror).
Loki slides into her seat, legs folding, and goes back to picking at her cinnamon rolls. ]
I did some thinking in there. You're undergoing so much downtime, surely you have enough spare to build me something.
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(That's paranoia, but it works for him in the moment. Impetus.)
The woman who returns to their table has the same hungover-pink cheeks but freshening up was taken to a literal level, long hair braided over a shoulder and a layer of
War-paintmake-up putting together a much better picture. That was shapeshifting, it was easy, whereas her magic went a bit wonky so her outfit was kept to some muted leggings with a tied off shirt (Peter's, she may have grabbed both garments through a hasty portal in the mirror).Loki slides into her seat, legs folding, and goes back to picking at her cinnamon rolls. ]
I did some thinking in there. You're undergoing so much downtime, surely you have enough spare to build me something.