It wasn't his preferred place to stay, but since finding his way back to Earth, he had needed somewhere to hole up while he regained his strength. He had no idea if he would be welcome in New Asgard and feared such a reunion, so for now the American underworld would have to do. Gangs weren't likely to call the authorities. Once this group worked out he was dangerous enough not to fool with, they left him to his own devices and offered occasional company. They weren't the worst group either, considering. They defended their territory and committed crimes to survive. Some crimes were dishonourable enough for even him to put a stop to them, and these young men enacted none of them, that he had seen.
All had been going as well as it could be until another gang arrived to wage war. They hadn't been expecting to meet with an angry, injured Asgardian. Especially not one who could teleport, duplicate himself, and cut a man down before his next breath.
Even this event might have been so easily put in the past if it weren't for the surprise visitor upon all of them. A man allied to none, who didn't seem to care what side he took out.
Keeping himself concealed, Loki waited until the stranger in the threatening chestplate paused for cover. He let one of his intangible duplicates speak close by.
"Who are you?"
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