InsaneJournal

While his initial response to his arrival in this place - and the examination, and the taking of his weapons (more on principle than genuine concern; he hardly needed weapons to defend himself) - was one of first confused indignation, followed by a seething fury, Loki had managed to tone down his temper when faced with the fact that this did not seem to be a hostile situation. It was elaborate, for certain, and seemed like some kind of game someone was playing with him - but he knew of no one who would try to toy with him in this way, let alone anyone who could, and-

-and, realistically, as problematic as this was - and it was very, very problematic: Asgard now left without a ruler, left vulnerable during a time of impending war - this could only lead to either his mother leading the kingdom while her husband slept, lacking both of her children not that he was ever truly hers and with a war on her doorstep… Or else someone would go and retrieve Thor, and that would be far worse, who knew what sort of mess Thor would leave.. as problematic as this was, this place seemed to be welcoming and quiet, and Loki was not about to object to a moment’s peace to think some things over.

For now, he was still. Gathering his bearings, gathering information. He would likely soon be searching frantically for a way to return to Asgard - some new spell, perhaps, or some sort of magical alteration of their technology... His calls to Heimdall had been useless; his paths between spaces had led him nowhere useful, slipped him in and then back out of this plane without so much as a glimpse of home, just a flash of void and then stars and then ship.

Loki had not done much exploring, immediately after he had been cleared to leave the arrival area. He had retired to his room, grateful to find it quiet and empty, and simply poured over his thoughts. He had a lot of them - things were… complicated, right now. They would forever be complicated. He no longer knew where he belonged or what he wanted, who he cared for or who cared for him - and who saw him as a pawn and a monster.

Once his thoughts had hit that point - monster that parents tell their children about at night - he switched to the thoughts of others, skimming over this glowing tablet, first at the things the others on this ship were saying, and then over the other files on the device - maps, information about the world, entire books contained within this small item. He was not certain he liked it, but he begrudgingly admitted to himself that it was certainly convenient.

Once he had grown bored of that, as well (perhaps not bored, no, more like his eyes grew tired from the light of the device in his hands, something he found very irritating indeed), Loki decided he would use the map he had committed to memory to wander for a while. A brief shimmer of magic and his apparel shifted. Gone was the gilded armor of a king, replaced by something softer and less imposing - at least, that was how it appeared. Loki was not yet prepared to risk vulnerability in this place, as safe as they had made it seem - it could still be a trap. What manner of trap, he had no idea, but he did not wish to be unprepared.

Loki wandered down the halls, gait a measured parody of ease, head high, expression a schooled disinterest. He was endlessly curious about this place, the magic behind his arrival, the magic he could sense in small sparks behind some of the doors he passed by - but he was not about to make that obvious, not yet. Not until he was certain that would not be his demise.