Loki stumbled uncomfortably across the gravel street, his built structure towering over the citizens. His current attire was unlawful, his upper torso was bare and a pair of torn leather pants clung to his legs like a second skin.
Loki could not believe that Odin had assumed him stupid when the small people were holding pieces of shiny plastic and talking to no one in particular.
He was utterly amazed by the rapidly moving metal on the obsidian roads. So, the humans weren't that dumb, maybe he was over-reacting. He was not mad though, as Odin had assumed. He was just like anyone else. Although he was a bit over possessive, but it was his Throne and Odin had no right to just barge in like that with his oh-so-innocent son, Thor, and claim it to be his.
Of course, everyone believed Odin; the man was 'humble' and 'pious.' Pah! Sending me out into a completely unknown land with no help whatsoever, the man had no heart! On top of that lot, he was a stubborn, arrogant git.
Loki emerged from his thoughts and began to feel slightly queasy, half or even more of the population was staring at him. Judging him silently, these small people seemed quite deadly.
His ears pricked up slightly at the piercing sound; it seemed to be coming from quite far but it was approaching at a rather high speed. He shifted toward the sound and observed as a small metal-like object decorated in red and Gold halted before him. A strong-looking little person came out.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK" it shouted, putting one mechanical hand forward with its palm open and a bright blue light shining, and one with its hand bent and little missiles ready to launch . Great more 'little people' telling him what to do, just what he needed.