With a thousand lies WHO: Tashypoo & Lokiboo WHERE: Natasha's "Safehouse" WHEN: Friday, Afternoon WHAT: Snooping around, swapping theories, takin' care of business. WARNING: Secretive nature, possible cursing, voodoohoodoo scoobydoobydooo STATUS: Complete
The temporary lull in disaster and time to heal has Loki both internally frustrated, yet also grateful for the time to reflect and not become buried in anxiety over helping to open the rifts. More recently, to get used to the empty room where Tommy used to sleep and frequently zoom in and out of to request a prank, or food item, or even just shoot the shit. For how much Loki never wanted the other boy there in the first place he certainly missed him when he was gone.
Which made the drive to find a way out stronger. He had plenty of time to think while healing (because Elsa was hoovering like a hawk and would freeze him to the couch if he tried to get up while still in tatters) and at Natasha's request for new information and discoveries, the demigod all but jumped at the opportunity.
More correctly put, he parkoured the buildings to get to her designated safe zone, passing over Clint's little nests and other lookouts along the way. He'd have to keep on the up and up to compete with Marrowood and it's demons and puzzles. Some fitness was good for that.
"I just love that you and Clint have taken to secret hideaways despite the tiny habitation of the town." He wondered what SHIELD would look like, were they forced to make headquarters here. Would probably take over the Hotel or something to the effect. The Avengers would take a house and paint a giant "A" on it. The classy way. Loki doubted there was anything seen, said, or done that their captors didn't know about. But even a false sense of security was everything. "Does he bring over a nest when you do sleep overs?"