After leaving the hospital, leaving a note for his driver to call him when he woke, along with the location of his car and keys, Loki had officially had enough shit for the day. The shoot had been long and tiring, though that had been nothing compared to watching his only mortal friend almost die, and then dealing with Holt on top of that...
He was ready to go home and have a very long drinking session in the tub. Though not until he walked off some of this anxious energy.
Heading down from the hospital, he walked for over an hour with his hands in his pockets, gripping the car keys. Every once in a while, he livened things up by messing with traffic lights, or starting a fight with a well timed rock to the head, though even that did little to cheer him up. He needed something more, something less juvenile...
If he had his way, he'd throw one of these damn cars into Holt Carson, hopefully give Bragi a vessel without a gigantic chip on his shoulder. It'd be a blessing for them all.
As his mind dwelled on ways to take his frustrations out on Holt, he was vaguely aware of the god soul ahead of him. The body was female, he wasn't sure if the god was, but what did that matter? He might as well say hello, give him something else to do other than mentally destroy someone. Besides, this might prove to be fun, and who knows, he could always use someone else on his side.
"Bit late for a walk on your own, isn't it?" Loki said, practically purring as he caught up to the girl and mimicked her pace beside her, looking at her with a grin. Maybe she would recognize him as Loki, hopefully she would as Felix, it did help to break the ice when people knew your face already.