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He found it amusing how some humans were so okay with wearing such little clothing in front of thousands of people. Showing so much skin in Asgard was reserved for one's home, while layers of armor were worn at all other times due to the frequency with which fights broke out. These humans were either very brave or very stupid to leave themselves so unprotected among so many others. Especially at a high-profile event such as this.
Or they were as he was, and of Jotun decent. The Frost Giants were rather infamous for their supreme lack of clothing and shame.
He wondered briefly how Stark would react, or even if he'd notice. The man had proven himself horrendously unobservant every time he actually wanted to be noticed. Regardless, he should resemble his normal form enough for the mortal to put two and two together.
Moving to stand where everyone involved in the spectacle was being directed, the God couldn't help but to smirk at the jealous glances he was getting. It just proved that no one else would make the connection between the shape-shifting God of Mischief and one more attractive woman in the Stark Expo opening show. A moment's thought was spared for concern over Thor seeing this and recognizing his favored female form before it was dismissed. Thor probably couldn't even work a television, and there was no way Loki would have missed his voice amongst the cheering crowd. The Thunder God's voice was hard to miss, especially when he was encouraged to yell like a fool.
The few women she'd associated with during the choreography and practicing of this "show" babbled nervously at her, alternating between excited and scared witless. She offered reassuring smiles and words of comfort, finding these few mortals quite bearable compared to the rest of the "cast," many of the other women reminding her far too much of the "nobility" of the Æsir court.
A moment's contemplation about her growing attachment to some Midgardians was interrupted by the show beginning and the return of her anticipation of Stark's reaction.
The wide-eyed stare she got when Stark caught sight of her was just as amusing as she thought it would be, and if she happened to exit Stark's dressing room an hour after the show, her hair in slight disarray and missing one of her gloves… Well, all her little circle did was giggle knowingly.
Surprising Stark was quickly becoming one of her favorite pastimes.