Loki and open
He had eschewed the normal garb that the Allfather had deemed the only appropriate attire for these feasts. Loki looked like any other human and was content in casting a gaze over them in silence, sometimes invisible to get the edge. Even the drinks weren't bad, but he preferred Asgardian firewhiskey to the kind on offer here. He could still stand, after all. Such a disappointment.
Loki felt strange in his innocent blonde guise, but still... it was entertaining.