Belling the Cat

[fuckyeahloki]

[OOC: Continued from here

Hello, Bruce, did you miss me?

[He's manspreading on the nearest chair, appearing there only a second before in black roiling space and eldritch blue energy. With a neat little gesture, Loki tucked the Tesseract back into his pocket dimension. He looked no worse for wear after a rather extended meeting with the King of Asgard. Pleasant person, that Valkyrie. He rather owed Bruce for this particular blind introduction.]

Or do you prefer Brulk now? Hulce? We never did nail down those particulars and I would hate not to use your preferred manner of address.

[He's smiling with teeth as he moves onto the unpleasant part. Another flick of his wrist and there's the control device.]

I've brought you a gift. Do text my generous King, long may she reign, to let her know it arrived safely.

[And there's the smile turning into a baring of teeth, just the flash of a silent snarl before Loki just looks generally congenial again.]

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[fuckyeahloki]

[He has played to the absolute letter of his agreement since its inception, staying largely to his loft on something of self imposed house arrest. He's been out, of course, as evidenced by the stack of books to the side of his lounge chair, but kept the outings brief so as not to arouse panic. Though, he seems to stir far less panic than he might have years ago.

For the moment, the majority of the books in his stack focus on international contract law. He might just be taking some of Bruce's advice about ingratiating himself into the sad dregs of the Aesir populace. They are not as he remembered which is more disconcerting than ire raising. There is wariness, yes, but a grudging sense of trust, of respect that feels more genuine than anything he ever had before his fall. Something apart of Thor, not his shadow- thought not- he snaps the book closed and stands up, pacing.

There's so much. The idea of him- changed, different, dead- an eerie feeling, but of what? Is it a sign? His future forked and that Loki took a path that ended him, so he ought to choose differently? Or is this something else. He doesn't know. He's not sure. That's one of the other reasons he's here and allowed himself to be seemingly contained with the control disk. He needs, what? Time? Silence? The ability to do absolutely nothing?

There might be one single self help book stuffed in the stack by his lounge. Impulse buy, he swears.]

[hulkbusted]

[Being Loki’s stateside keeper was never, ever one of Bruce’s aspirations, but once he’s accepted the charge, he treats it as the serious responsibility that it is.

This includes showing up at the address that Loki gave him and knocking, only to have the gentleman who answers the door very much not be Loki.

That small “mixup” may be why his knock at Loki’s door is particularly heavy, shaking the heavy door in its frame.]

[fuckyeahloki]

[Ah yes, there it is. The heavy-handed announcement of Bruce's first visit. Loki waits a solid few minutes before finally answering the door with the most innocuous of smiles.]

I do hope you found the address easily enough.

[He's certain the gossip at the mailbox wall will be interesting for the next few days, at least.]

Though must you knock so vigorously? Gentle taps. Gentle. This is hand carved, or so the agent said.