He elegantly cocked his hand in the direction of what looked to be a mostly full bottle of grain alcohol (its faint tinge of bronze, like a drop of blood in water, was oddly reassuring) gleaming next to its brothers on the back bar display. Loki was not unlike his family in that drinking was considered a fine way to pass the time, facilitate thought, or was simply a useful talent to have. Despite his size - rather slight compared to many a warrior on Asgard - he was markedly good at it, though now he knew his lineage might have had something to blame, there.
Though he was in a bar that was obviously a crossroads between worlds, where he was likely not the strangest looking person to go through, he'd muted his clothes somewhat, having whisked away the flashier gold of his armour. Even then he was still bound up rather securely in black leather with glimpses of green, but Loki was of Asgard and generally speaking they usually didn't care that much about blending in. But at least he didn't glint.
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He elegantly cocked his hand in the direction of what looked to be a mostly full bottle of grain alcohol (its faint tinge of bronze, like a drop of blood in water, was oddly reassuring) gleaming next to its brothers on the back bar display. Loki was not unlike his family in that drinking was considered a fine way to pass the time, facilitate thought, or was simply a useful talent to have. Despite his size - rather slight compared to many a warrior on Asgard - he was markedly good at it, though now he knew his lineage might have had something to blame, there.
Though he was in a bar that was obviously a crossroads between worlds, where he was likely not the strangest looking person to go through, he'd muted his clothes somewhat, having whisked away the flashier gold of his armour. Even then he was still bound up rather securely in black leather with glimpses of green, but Loki was of Asgard and generally speaking they usually didn't care that much about blending in. But at least he didn't glint.