Loki didn't laugh, but he almost did. He gave her a crooked grin instead. "No, no introductions, please," he said. "Not until needed." The thing about growing up on Asgard was that almost everyone knew exactly (well, not exactly) who he was, and he never knew anyone else until the moment arose, or his interest peaked. While the lack of anonymity could be hard, it was all he knew, and up until recently he hadn't minded the fact he'd never needed any introduction. That had changed, though, and it was incredibly obvious when he was a sudden and unexpected stranger in a tiny diner on Midgard. If it was Midgard.
"Hurry back; I don't do well with crowds," he warned her, teasingly. When she disappeared into the back he turned his head, slightly, to the side, noting how he was being watched (and then, hurriedly, un-watched). He reached over and plucked up a newspaper, two days old, that had been left on the counter, figuring the contents would be illuminating. And they were - in the few minutes Ruby was gone, he was able to surmise much. After all, it was a small town; it seemed everything made it into the local paper.
When she returned with a mug overflowing with whipped cream and something dusted on top, he raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh, you know I don't emote," he said, putting the newspaper down. "I can try, though. As long as you don't film it or take a photograph or whatever it is you people do here. I have a reputation to maintain, and it doesn't involve whipped cream."
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Date: 2014-05-26 05:54 am (UTC)"Hurry back; I don't do well with crowds," he warned her, teasingly. When she disappeared into the back he turned his head, slightly, to the side, noting how he was being watched (and then, hurriedly, un-watched). He reached over and plucked up a newspaper, two days old, that had been left on the counter, figuring the contents would be illuminating. And they were - in the few minutes Ruby was gone, he was able to surmise much. After all, it was a small town; it seemed everything made it into the local paper.
When she returned with a mug overflowing with whipped cream and something dusted on top, he raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh, you know I don't emote," he said, putting the newspaper down. "I can try, though. As long as you don't film it or take a photograph or whatever it is you people do here. I have a reputation to maintain, and it doesn't involve whipped cream."