Who: Loki and Pepper Potts (deciphering) What: Someone's getting slapped. Hint: It's not Pepper. When: Friday evening Where: On the streets Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Loki was going absolutely stir crazy in this damn place. He didn't do well in captivity, never had and never would. But here he was, held captive in a quaint little hamlet hell. He supposed the thing to do would be to get out there and make friends, but who in this place would even be someone he wanted to talk to, let alone befriend?
But that was something he would concern himself with at another time.
At the moment, he was out for a walk, wearing jeans, a sweater, and a long warm coat. If he was going to be here, he was going to blend in. There were people here who didn't like him and at the moment he wasn't in the mood to face them. When he wanted to face them, he would. It was as simple as that.
He wasn't taking into account a very, very determined blonde who was stalking her way towards him.