Well, set free, rather, as he had promised Natasha. Now Loki was out one very talented and well informed sharp shooter, but he would recover. He had enough intel gathered from the rest of the agents he had taken to understand the precautions to remain one step ahead; he also had Selvig. While a human, he'd still had enough base knowledge to understand the truth of the Tesseract once it had been dropped, sudden and burning, into his brain.
Not for the first time, though, he wondered if he ought to have forced Natasha to serve in Barton's place; that would make things on Earth easier. Then again, he supposed if it was easy nothing would be any fun, and he wasn't afraid of anything, even what she and everyone else might do to undermine him. He reclined back on one of the lawn chairs, virtually uncaring if anyone might stumble upon him, but well aware he was out in the open and that was invitation enough to be approached here.
He ran hot and cold more often lately, and as was his habit in the Nexus now he had shed his many armoured layers and settled for an outfit Ruby had picked out for him of jeans, boots, a thickly stitched jacket that reminded him of the formal military uniforms he saw on Earth. He didn't mind it, so long as he was covered. He had a tall drink of something which he understood to be mostly composed of gin and ice, balanced on the arm of the chair, his hand continuously hovering around it. If he wasn't careful, he would fall asleep. The weariness was bearing down on him.
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Well, set free, rather, as he had promised Natasha. Now Loki was out one very talented and well informed sharp shooter, but he would recover. He had enough intel gathered from the rest of the agents he had taken to understand the precautions to remain one step ahead; he also had Selvig. While a human, he'd still had enough base knowledge to understand the truth of the Tesseract once it had been dropped, sudden and burning, into his brain.
Not for the first time, though, he wondered if he ought to have forced Natasha to serve in Barton's place; that would make things on Earth easier. Then again, he supposed if it was easy nothing would be any fun, and he wasn't afraid of anything, even what she and everyone else might do to undermine him. He reclined back on one of the lawn chairs, virtually uncaring if anyone might stumble upon him, but well aware he was out in the open and that was invitation enough to be approached here.
He ran hot and cold more often lately, and as was his habit in the Nexus now he had shed his many armoured layers and settled for an outfit Ruby had picked out for him of jeans, boots, a thickly stitched jacket that reminded him of the formal military uniforms he saw on Earth. He didn't mind it, so long as he was covered. He had a tall drink of something which he understood to be mostly composed of gin and ice, balanced on the arm of the chair, his hand continuously hovering around it. If he wasn't careful, he would fall asleep. The weariness was bearing down on him.