[It is impossible to count time when floating freely in the expanse of space, but it has probably been months since Loki left the Citadel. With the Chitauri on his tail and in every corner of the galaxy imaginable, at least his shapeshifting came in handy for hiding. It had become typical for him to find himself on strange, alien planets. At least the mammal life was rarely too farfetched, making it easy to disguise himself on the occasions when he needed to stop and rest before setting off to wander alone once again.
Today he found himself in a desert during a storm and took shelter in an unstable looking hut. At the sign of a visitor, he shifted into a rat to hide behind something inconspicuous, and waited. Listened. The voice speaking in rhetoric was familiar. Very familiar, and very new to him as well.
And as he peeked out from behind an old box, he discovered that his suspicions -- dare he call it hopes? -- were verified.
He shifted into his true form silently as Leblanc spoke to the warm, humid air around them. In their solitude, he doesn't refrain from letting his eagerness over her presence show on his face.]
Sometimes, things that shouldn't happen simply...do.
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Today he found himself in a desert during a storm and took shelter in an unstable looking hut. At the sign of a visitor, he shifted into a rat to hide behind something inconspicuous, and waited. Listened. The voice speaking in rhetoric was familiar. Very familiar, and very new to him as well.
And as he peeked out from behind an old box, he discovered that his suspicions -- dare he call it hopes? -- were verified.
He shifted into his true form silently as Leblanc spoke to the warm, humid air around them. In their solitude, he doesn't refrain from letting his eagerness over her presence show on his face.]
Sometimes, things that shouldn't happen simply...do.