[ At first he thinks he has been ghosted, pleasantly surprised when it turns out Pike was merely fighting for his life against aliens instead. Fortunate, that. The planet suggested for their rendezvous is a charming one and Loki, wrapped in a cloak that covers his simple Midgardian clothes (a green hoodie and dark jeans) wanders the market minus his helm that would otherwise likely cause a stir. This isn't his universe, he doesn't know if there was or is a Loki here, but toting some glimmering golden uru horns around an unfamiliar city is begging for trouble.
It's also easier to steal trinkets when he fades easily into peripheral vision.
By the time he spots Pike, Loki is tired of making a five-finger discount of petty desires and eager to be seen. He pulls down his hood and his smile is bright, eyes as green as his magic, and he calls to him teasingly as he makes his way through the crowd. ]
here we go lads here we gooo
It's also easier to steal trinkets when he fades easily into peripheral vision.
By the time he spots Pike, Loki is tired of making a five-finger discount of petty desires and eager to be seen. He pulls down his hood and his smile is bright, eyes as green as his magic, and he calls to him teasingly as he makes his way through the crowd. ]
O'captain, my captain!