Imagine Loki wandering into a temporary SH.I.E.L.D. or S.W.O.R.D. compound that’s been set up near some anomalous thing that he’s very curious about, and a high-ranking agent tries to upbraid Loki along the lines of ‘You can’t just waltz in here…’
Loki: “Oh, I wasn’t waltzing, I was strolling. If you want to see me waltzing [summons a candle into his hand a la the party scene in Crimson Peak], I only require a willing partner…”
…and he’s genuinely disappointed when all the onlookers are too unnerved to take him up on his offer











