Since rule had moved from gods to man, since the formation of government and law, there have always been those that the law did not serve and those that opposed it. That was, as far as Loki was concerned, the fundamental problem with allowing humans to rule themselves: it was in their very nature to equate the act of leadership with their own worth. Not to mention that with governments cam divisions, with divisions came loyalty, patriotism and the decision that the importance of "their own" was somehow greater than the important of over cities or countries or race or beliefs. It was only the Gods who looked at humans not by the colours of their flags or skin, but as humanity in all its glory and with all of its burdens.
It was here, here in this quiet sleeping church, that the war would begin. Those that opposed the government could only hold out peacefully for so long before one in their midst incited or became the victim of violence and then the fires would start and the buildings would crumble. And Loki was going to make it his business to investigate every structural weak point in the church's walls before that day came. He'd decide, when he needed to, whether watching the rebels fall or fighting with them would be the best course of action for him to take when the time came, but he had to be prepared.
Locked doors and stone barriers were meaningless to him and he materialised effortlessly within the church to spend an hour or two stalking the halls and examining the arches by the dim blue light of this staff. Focused on his work until he realised that he wasn't imagining the faint Latin that seems to be coming from somewhere beyond the alter.
He'd honestly thought the ambience had simply been playing tricks on him.
But, upon learning that he was not alone, he thought it best to reveal himself before he was discovered, and so he set off in search of the speaker, half-surprised and half-delighted to find a young girl huddled in the light of her cellphone while clutching a book that seemed nearly large enough to eat her alive, if it chose to do so.
"Hello." He whispered, his grin unmistakably cat-like. "It's a bit late for Latin, wouldn't you say?"