[ the heat was getting to him. usually, his shapeshifting abilities trump major changes in temperature. his frost giant nature hadn't interfered all this time. it made sense though, that it would pick now, when loki is displaced and vulnerable.

well. not that vulnerable.

he eyes the horde of spectral costumed ghosts making their way through, his nose wrinkling at the sight. ]

Who are the local heroes here? Is it still the Avengers? Can we blame this on them? Because it certainly isn't my fault.

[ one of the ghostly superheroes lunges for him. quick as lightning, one of loki's hands flash with a dagger, embedding itself directing into the ghost's head. he watches it explode with an expression of pure disgust. ]

I refuse to ruin my clothes for this.

[ acclimatization is key.

which is why loki first started in sunset falls. he's not sure if it is the center of a convergence — an alignment of celestial bodies and powers fixating in a specific area — or something else. and there is a quiet thrum of fear in his heart that it could harken the worst. like thanos. his own shielding should protect him from being found out, but who knows how many stones thanos had now?

( thor will stop him, his heart believes. thor will die, his mind replies )

either way, dressed in a black midgardian suit, he stops near the edge of the woods and extends his arms. green light spreads from his fingertips and he closes his eyes, letting his senses spread along with it. if you interrupt him, loki will snap back at you. ]

Do you mind.

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