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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[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.