He wasn't being paranoid this time when he could feel that he was being tailed. Sharp eyes watching him, quiet footsteps following diligently behind his, murmurs amidst the crowd behind his back.
Too focused on whoever it was that was following him, he almost walked into a taller man. One of the damn authoritative figures who didn't think much of Loki when he was just another delinquent in the school - though Loki couldn't say the same when he masqueraded with fake breasts twirling a fake ponytail around one of his fake delicate fingers, charming the underpants off said perverse old man.
Well, who was he kidding. They were all perverse old men.
"Oi! Watch where you're-"
He didn't manage to finish his sentence before Loki shoved him out of the way and started running. He'd caught a glimpse over his shoulder in that time and the adrenaline rush kicked in before 'fight or flight' became 'fly as fast as your legs can take you'.