Kat wrote:((So many people in this alleyway. haha))
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Loki Laufeyson Tags: Garth | Willa | Neirka | Ward
Loki was growing irritated by the continued interruptions. When it was just himself and Garth, the trickster hadn't really minded their little spare with words. It had actually felt a little refreshing, speaking with someone who didn't necessarily have an ulterior motive that he could detect. However, as more and more individuals piled their way into the previously secluded alleyway, Loki was feeling more and more inclined to just leave. So, he continued onward, holding his head high with an air of confidence and sending Neirka a subtle look of warning as he passed. He would not pick fights with her while out on the open like this, but if she decided to strike first, then he would not be holding back.
Loki's scepter shifted in a soft glow of golden light until it morphed into it's more inconspicuous form as a fanciful walking stick; the same form that it had taken during his little bout of fun in Stuttgart, Germany. With his scepter disguised, and himself no longer dressed in his more recognizable leathers and metal, Loki didn't exactly look like the alien who had attempted to take over Midgard. Unless someone really stopped to look him, he doubted that any of these witless mortals out on the streets of New York would give him the time of day.
The god swiftly and unceremoniously snatched a newspaper from the hands of a man whom he crossed paths with on his way out of the alley, figuring that having a prop wouldn't hurt. He was just an upper class man with a fancy cane and a newspaper. Nothing to see here. He almost dared the mortal to protest the blatant theft, giving the other man a conceited little smirk as he kept walking. Of course, as he had never met Grant Ward before, Loki had no idea of knowing that the man who he had just snatched a newspaper from was an agent who had been watching them.
Ward raised an eyebrow at the man who had left the Alley and looked amused at the fact that the man had stolen his newspaper, he chuckled a little bit at the smirk as well, "You do know that you don't frighten me right, I've worked for ruthless killers who've killed thousands, who've ordered me to do the same, an order that I had followed for years, now that the monster of a man I'd owed a debt to is gone, I'm free to take out whomever and Whatever I wish, including you. If I wished." Ward said raising an eyebrow he hated those who gave off a conceited heir, who thought more highly of himself then others around them, and the guy's eyes and his stance, the way he'd seemed to act around the people in the alleyway it seemed to him that the man was raised by a rich family. Or something similar.