"One heart for the frost hearted" - Loki & Johnny
With Raine busy trying to gather enough data and technological support to construct a radar with which to track the Tesseract's wereabouts, Loki was left kind of bored. Things were going according to plan, yes, but he still felt as though there was something missing. Mischief, that was what his life currently lacked. He wasn't blowing anything up, getting on anyone's nerves, starting any wars, or fighting any super-heroes. With his powers back, after his new ally had successfully gotten rid of the most bothersome bracelet, he was longing to let them loose one more time.
It wouldn't have to be part of the plan, as it was. He could simply go out for a night and have some fun, like Midgardians were so fond of doing at so called clubs - Loki, simply, had a far more refined sense of a good time. Deciding he had nothing to lose, he took up his own challenge and decided to visit one of those places. The lights were dizzying and the music was- ...well, why did they even call music to that sort of noise? It actually offended Loki's sensibility and he was about to leave, when someone caught his attention.
That young man by the counter... He wasn't completely human, the prince was sure of it. And how lucky for Loki, he was actually mourning the loss of a lover. Ah, that was far too good of a chance to be passed on... With a devious smirk, the god shifted himself and, in a matter of seconds, looked like a very attractive human girl. Smoothing the front of his -now her- short dress, he walked up to him and sat by his side, offering the prettiest smile.
"Such a long face you have, gentleman. We should work on fixing that."
