Loki decided to take a walk. It was something he occasionally did. He left a note on the kitchen counter so Sigyn wouldn’t wonder what happened. He then walked a few blocks out of Sigyn’s neighborhood and entered into town. No matter where he ventured, Watkins Glen tended to be a quiet village. He did not object to that. The quiet was perhaps best for him after all he’d been dealing with. Though, every so often, he found himself wishing to see city life again. For that reason, Loki then teleported himself to New York city.
While it was perhaps a good 200 miles or more from the village, the distance was of little effort to him. He started walking aimlessly through the various neighborhoods of New York and eventually found himself in Times Square, a busy intersection. He blended into the crowds of people walking through Times Square, perhaps because of his civilian attire that, while a slight bit different, seemed to fit with everyone else’s odd ensembles and professional attire.
He always found Times Square to be something of a cluttered mess, though interesting, nonetheless. He stepped closer to one of the curbs, waiting for the light to signal his and several others’ turn to cross the street. As he slowly gravitated toward the curb, he looked up at all the signs and wavering words on screens. He was so enthralled by the current advertisement on one such screen, that e accidentally bumped into another person waiting for the light to change as he stepped forward. “Oh, I am… sorry,” he began to say, before really looking at who it was he accidentally bumped into.
Loki had only been back on Earth for a few days. He’d been captive on Asgard for months. Longer it seemed to the god of chaos. He returned to New York, finding the condo he had been hiding out in still intact. That was a good thing at least. The first and only on the list.
The few people had cared about and let into his world were now gone. Left in his absence. The former Asgardian pulled on some more casual clothes, almost despising himself even as he did. However he hardly wished to draw attention to himself now. Thor was still in too much contact with the Avengers. He’d find Loki. He didn’t want to put forth the energy to shift into someone else either. He wasn’t quite that worried about being caught.
He lived close to Times Square so that’s where he went. His hands were shoved into the pockets of the grey sweatshirt he wore, his eyes were unusually focused on the ground. The hood of the sweatshirt narrowing his view. He stopped at a light, waiting to cross the street. As the light changed someone ran into him. “Hey, how bout you..” His words trailed off when he looked into the face of the man. How could that be possible?