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thelostprinceLoki had slept for days. His last year had not been very restful, but it had been operating the Tesseract - finally convincing it to open a doorway for him - that had truly taken it out of him. Once he had rid himself of Natasha and made sure his room was secure, he had gratefully fallen into bed and slept.
The quiet of his hotel room, so much more calming and closed in than the silence of deep space (which was not, really, silence; in reality there had been a low hum, at all times, imperceptible to his ears but filling up his head) made for a much better environment for sleep. For food, not so much. And as it could not be said that the Chitauri and their compatriots were restful folk, they were certainly not inclined to banquets either.
Loki usually ate often enough that food was mainly for pleasure - he did not crave sustenance quite so often as others, no doubt a trait easily handled by a member of a starving race - but now his body was ravaged, and while sleep had been the first step it certainly wasn't the last. He had bathed, changed out of his armour and into softer clothes which were still very reminiscent of Asgard, and after much deliberation secured the sceptre in a locked safe situated under his floorboards. Handy, how his quarters always supplied him with what he needed; hopefully, they wouldn't turn on him, at least not for the time he needed away. Only Natasha knew he had it, and if she wanted to tell others, that was her; he wouldn't help spread the word just yet with his own actions.
He would have gone to the Smoking Room, to see if Ruby was still around, but the bar didn't provide the amount of food Loki knew he would need to start recovering. So now he was at a table in the Bistro, with a bottle of wine, working on the first of what would undoubtedly be many courses. When hungry, he had an appetite that could rival Volstagg's, though each movement he made was calm, composed, almost sedate. Ravenous he was, in a hurry he was not. Everything was under control.
[Loki just experienced a yearlong canon jump, though slightly altered due to his interactions in the hotel affecting his character. He's a little unpredictable and sharp, but probably too tired to bite, so feel free to have dinner with him ;)]
The quiet of his hotel room, so much more calming and closed in than the silence of deep space (which was not, really, silence; in reality there had been a low hum, at all times, imperceptible to his ears but filling up his head) made for a much better environment for sleep. For food, not so much. And as it could not be said that the Chitauri and their compatriots were restful folk, they were certainly not inclined to banquets either.
Loki usually ate often enough that food was mainly for pleasure - he did not crave sustenance quite so often as others, no doubt a trait easily handled by a member of a starving race - but now his body was ravaged, and while sleep had been the first step it certainly wasn't the last. He had bathed, changed out of his armour and into softer clothes which were still very reminiscent of Asgard, and after much deliberation secured the sceptre in a locked safe situated under his floorboards. Handy, how his quarters always supplied him with what he needed; hopefully, they wouldn't turn on him, at least not for the time he needed away. Only Natasha knew he had it, and if she wanted to tell others, that was her; he wouldn't help spread the word just yet with his own actions.
He would have gone to the Smoking Room, to see if Ruby was still around, but the bar didn't provide the amount of food Loki knew he would need to start recovering. So now he was at a table in the Bistro, with a bottle of wine, working on the first of what would undoubtedly be many courses. When hungry, he had an appetite that could rival Volstagg's, though each movement he made was calm, composed, almost sedate. Ravenous he was, in a hurry he was not. Everything was under control.
[Loki just experienced a yearlong canon jump, though slightly altered due to his interactions in the hotel affecting his character. He's a little unpredictable and sharp, but probably too tired to bite, so feel free to have dinner with him ;)]