Never in a thousand more years would he ever admit that his eyes had fallen to any such bounteous assets. Never. Ever.
Loki had been gesturing with one hand toward the televised images in one of those look what you've done hand motions, as though he hadn't hinted at something himself before on the network to egg on the Valkyrie. It wasn't his fault. He thought it an amusing jest and didn't think she'd do it. Exactly the same way he didn't think that Darcy would just sneak into his apartment like a thief in the night, without his noticing.
"This was your home? I think not. If you meant the planet, it is not all yours. If you meant where you stand now, I paid for this," he protested, folding both arms over himself, chin up to put on holier than thou airs. "I'll have you know I could do so, if I wished it. Which I most certainly do not."
His eyed darted over to the screen where Valkyrie was still climbing, a light shining down upon her from one of the circling flying machines. Admittedly, it was rather enticing to look upon and he found himself impressed with her bravado. He also hated himself a little bit for even letting himself be distracted for a moment by either one of these nonsensical individuals.
With the wave of one hand he cast an illusion over himself so he looked like another nameless, faceless mundane mortal, and shadowed Darcy's steps to the door. He wondered if Thor had already seen what had transpired and went on ahead, although he half expected Thor would rather drag him along like an unruly pup held by the scruff of his neck.