Long hooded poncho, shining gold skull mask, the lining of his poncho horizontally striped in black and gold, long black gloves cover his forearms and have gold caps on his hands. Some kind of modern day chest armour rig holds some kind of tank on his chest, and over his back is some kind of mechanical arm.
Higgs however, had been one step ahead of Loki, not in terms of magic or violence as he was sure that he'd have his chance in a few moments anyway. Quite the opposite, the man had clasped his hands behind his back and stood quite comfortably as the time and space wrapped around him. The Infinity Stones were strong, sure, but Higgs had his way around them just like he had before.
"Now why," he began, that sickly southern accent thick like the tar at his feet which continued to seep into a larger and larger puddle, "is a God like yourself lookin' into a mortal such as myself? Is it that little old me is so interesting or are you just bored, Prince of Asgard?"