Lithe fingers curled around the SCEPTER ( which he’d conveniently transformed into something akin to a cane ) as Loki descended the stairs, making his way to the main room of the museum. The sound of violins delicately drifted through the air, providing the room with an ambiance of ELEGANCE ; which left him with the urge to LINGER, for how could one refuse to take in such a pleasant feeling?
The original idea had been an incredibly VIOLENT one & although it would have been fast & EFFECTIVE, Loki was moreso inclined to obtain what he’d come for in a way that provided subtlety—–ESPECIALLY so once he’d caught a specific energy ( INTELLIGENCE that outshone every single person within the room...other than himself, of course ). Teal eyes drifted to the source & he became Loki’s destination.
The trickster nearly towered over the mortal he stood behind ; fingers strongly restrained wrists ( which were conveniently clutched behind the other’s back ) & his voice was NAUGHT but a whisper between them. The STRENGTH Loki exhibited was easily rendered as something other-worldly.
❝I’d prefer to REQUEST your help—–alas, given the CIRCUMSTANCES, I’m afraid you haven’t the choice.❞
