"Hammer" Loki repeated, crinkling his nose a little.
The Norns really were trying to make him the butt of their universal jokes. Carefully schooling his expression, the trickster leant forward giving the driver a smooth tap on the shoulder, so as not to startle him.
"If you could take me to the city library, I am quite happy to walk from there" he requested, as if talking to a taxi driver. Then proceeded to sit back in his seat and stare out of the window, calm as anything, letting his armour melt away till he was clad in his standard midgardian clothing. Today he'd opted for a band t-shirt, 'Black Sabbath' he believed, his roommate had sniggered about something to do with irony and Loki had been so disinterested that he hadn't pushed the matter. On his lower half he wore dark black slim fitting jeans and calf high boots, the whole enaemble was topped off with his leather jacket, which he was becoming quite attatched to.