"The best day," Eric admitted. He had to admit living in northern Washington was certainly preferable to his time in Louisiana. It got chilly in the southern part of the country but it wasn't like Everett. Where even the summer time it rained constantly, the dark clouds drowning out the ugly sun. Days were short here and Eric liked that for obvious reasons.
Eric side eyed Loki. This was the guy who had messed Clint up so badly. Not to be confused with the blonde vampire who also wanted him dead. Yet just as Eric had cautioned with Selene. He didn't want to lead with the douche bag foot. Not until he knew what he was dealing with anyway. But since Loki couldn't be ignored at the moment without being rude, Eric decided it was a perfect time to finally meet the man, the myth, the legend.
"You look pale for an alien," Eric said dryly. "Are you sure you're not a vampire." Okay, it wasn't exactly the nicest way to start things off but Eric had done worse. Much worse. Besides he didn't want the demi god to think that Eric was afraid of him. He wasn't. He had no idea what to expect from the trickster. But if anyone could appreciate chaos and trickery it was Eric.
He finally came to a stop right in front of Loki. "Nice cape," he said dryly. Eric was wearing a blue tracksuit with blue stripes. One of his favorite outfits. Pam had picked it out for him.