The Unwanted Shadow | x-hawkeye-x
Why he was still entertaining himself with following the archer around, Loki had no idea. Perhaps he was just bored out of his skull, perhaps it was just for his own sick amusement-- who knew?
The demigod currently found himself sitting in a small cafe, cup of tea held between his chilled hands. It was snowing softly, but it did not seem to bother him in the slightest, perks of being a Frost Giant...if there even were perks.
Setting the cup down, he adjusted the scarf around his neck, a smirk tilting at his lips as he watched the mortals pass. Such foolish things, it was interesting how none of them recognized him from his attack on New York. So simple minded, they had more than likely forgotten him already.
Now why was he here again? Oh yes. The archer. Loki was well aware that Clint was still struggling with the mind control, and he wanted to see just what would happen if he were near the other. Would he give in instantly, or would it take persuasion? It was more or less for his own entertainment than anything now that he thought about it. This drew a dark chuckle from his lips, shaking his head and looking up, waiting for Clint to pass. He should be near here, if Loki had assumed correctly.
