"I am used to heavy leathers, it shall suffice." Loki responded, almost defensively of the coat, he liked it a lot better than the rest of the garb that the other man had tried to foist on to him.
Loki had been altogether unhelpful in the realms of domesticity, instead opting for reading a myriad of Midgardian texts on various subject such as: Science, Literature, History and Art, to try and familiarize himself with their ridiculous culture. Compared to Asgard it all seemed relatively simple and there were no men having babies or magic monsters to contend with, overall... it seemed rather dull. The god would sit on the couch in the center of the room, forcing William to work around him, his back slumped in an almost unhealthy posture. He had picked up some texts on Norse mythology for the hell of and spent most of his time reading that trying not to scream with laughter at some of the inaccuracies.
These bouts of reading had been interspersed with many similar fitting sessions of various clothes in various styling. The trickster found himself pouting, he'd rather liked some of the designs on the 'band shirts' they were appropriately crude. Loki walked over to the mirror and looked at himself, they'd opted for darker colours, because Loki refused anything else, he'd also refused anything in any shade that was not green, gold or black. He had also had a particular fit that ended with an incinerated red shirt.
"What else do you suggest?" He inquired, stuffing his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and pausing in the mirror to fix the colour of his black shirt.