Who: Loki and America What: Magic and Might Where: The field behind the town When: March 17, evening Rating: Lowish
There weren’t a lot of people out there who boasted inter-dimensional travel via star-portals, and so it had taken Loki zero effort at all to figure out that the person he’d been speaking to on the communications network had been America. A little more digging had uncovered that this place was chock full of Avengers of one variety or another, although he wasn’t certain that he knew them all or that all of them knew him. He’d work those details out later, even if he didn’t usually consider himself a one thing at a time sort of being.
They’d arranged to meet in an empty spot - the field behind all the quaint little houses and buildings that was mostly being used for a scant amount of crops. He’d make sure whatever carrots were around remained relatively undamaged while they tried to work the scientific process into the workings of magic and heavy kicks. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
Well. It probably wouldn’t surprise anyone that Loki was at least vaguely interested in finding out.
He tucked some hair behind his ear and poked at the dirt with his boot while he waited for her — not unaware of the fact that he had not given his name and couldn’t be one hundred precent certain that America had realized who he was in the first place.