Snippet #1977931

Loki blinked as he heard one call out to them, and stopped a sigh on his lips. “I spoke of alcohol yes. Though I would settle for a goblet of water I have been without drink for ages…” he muttered softly. He wasn’t too shocked that this man called them Asgardians, after all he had mentioned Asgard. Though he did want to know what he was, “But I appear to be at a slight disadvantage. You see, you know what we are but I do not have the same pleasure…” he told him as he shrugged a bit.

“Then again I have not been to Midgard in ages… and when I have I was soon brought back to my realm… and then I was bound for centuries.” He thought drolly. “But those are old tales…” he thought as he waved that thought away with his hand. He looked at the attire Thor and this other man had on with a frown, his outfit was out of place.

“I wish that whomever had transported me here had the decency to cloth me in the attire of this time in Midgard…” he thought to himself with a sigh. “it will have to do for now, after I have had sustenance I can use my magic to change my appearance of clothing, or I pray that they have tailors or clothes shops here…” he thought to himself, he really hoped they had a shop… he did not want to use his magic on something so small as clothing that was suited for this time period, he’d rather wear what he had on now instead of wasting magic he may need later.