[ For a moment, Loki does not speak. To say he was looking at a mirror would be incorrect, even presumptuous. There are no tell-tale markers in physique or posture, but the eyes. It's the eyes that give away the truth. Another Loki. A very different one. His curiosity burns along his rage. That name is his. That identity is his.
But it subsides quickly. Nothing has been taken from him (yet) and anger will do him no favors. ]
no subject
But it subsides quickly. Nothing has been taken from him (yet) and anger will do him no favors. ]
A place called Quarantine does not require charm.
[ A beat. ]
What are you wearing?
[ There's a hint of incredulity. ]