For a long while, Loki suspected angels might eventually come looking for him.
When exactly? That was impossible to say, though he highly suspected such a time would come when he could no longer get away with causing mischief and allowing the archangel Gabriel to take the blame while using his name. A bit of a cooperative effort, that. Some give and take. Maybe he'd taken a bit too much lately.
Perhaps someone might see it as going overboard when he tried to insert demons in highly powerful church positions just for his own amusement. Or maybe his attempts to stick his nose into Heaven's business in hopes of learning valuable secrets didn't go by unnoticed. The list of misdeeds went on, but those were the worst he'd engaged in most recently. The only reasons he could suspect would land him in trouble.
Possible trouble with beings more powerful than himself disturbed Loki much less than it likely should have. When he wasn't busy sneaking around Earth looking to cause chaos, he often frequented bars like this, where humans were free with their sexuality and didn't allow social norms to burden them with pesky limitations. He was dressed in the same sorts of leather as other of the bar's patrons, though his tastes were a bit more extravagant than most. Otherwise, his appearance did not mark him out from the others much at all.
The man in the suit staring at his drink, however? He stood out in the worst way possible. A cop possibly, though wouldn't law enforcement know to at least attempt to blend in?
Curious, Loki stepped over to the bar and sat himself down on a stool next to the stranger. He boldly picked up his glass and took a sip of the untouched drink. What was subtlety?
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When exactly? That was impossible to say, though he highly suspected such a time would come when he could no longer get away with causing mischief and allowing the archangel Gabriel to take the blame while using his name. A bit of a cooperative effort, that. Some give and take. Maybe he'd taken a bit too much lately.
Perhaps someone might see it as going overboard when he tried to insert demons in highly powerful church positions just for his own amusement. Or maybe his attempts to stick his nose into Heaven's business in hopes of learning valuable secrets didn't go by unnoticed. The list of misdeeds went on, but those were the worst he'd engaged in most recently. The only reasons he could suspect would land him in trouble.
Possible trouble with beings more powerful than himself disturbed Loki much less than it likely should have. When he wasn't busy sneaking around Earth looking to cause chaos, he often frequented bars like this, where humans were free with their sexuality and didn't allow social norms to burden them with pesky limitations. He was dressed in the same sorts of leather as other of the bar's patrons, though his tastes were a bit more extravagant than most. Otherwise, his appearance did not mark him out from the others much at all.
The man in the suit staring at his drink, however? He stood out in the worst way possible. A cop possibly, though wouldn't law enforcement know to at least attempt to blend in?
Curious, Loki stepped over to the bar and sat himself down on a stool next to the stranger. He boldly picked up his glass and took a sip of the untouched drink. What was subtlety?
"Enjoying yourself?"