In the second the Trickster’s feets touched the floor again, he looked arround him, curious. He wasn’t exactly surprised to see that midgard was still a grey, depressed world. Well, it was not like if he were expecting anything else from those dull creatures.
He started walking slowly, his green eyes looking up to the sky. It was pitch black, all but for some solitary starts which were shinning with a white light. Ah, if only the mortals knew. If only they knew how much more than they could even imagine was out there, how much more than they could even start to understand was waiting to be discovered.
Though not by a midgardian of course. Their small lifes, less than a blink for a god, and their limited bodies wouldn’t allow them to do what was meant for gods.
Loki smirked and shook hid head. He had sneaked out of Asgard, wanting to make another visit -the last one was centuries ago- to that ignorant realm which rested pacefull between the eight of them. He started walking through the streets, all empty but for some mortals who don’t spare him even a glance. If only they knew….