The streets were darkening. The sidewalk was clustered with businessmen and women rushing to get home. The people passing close by gave him estranged looks, and he scowled at them, bearing them to get back. This was not what Loki had planned. He needed to get to the center of London, now. He needed to find them. Sherlock Holmes, and his lackey. But he had no transportation, no will, and no strength. He was very weak, and in that standard, he was close to the strength of a normal man with a cold. Only... not sick, of course.
This walking was ridiculous. It had been a few hours now, and Loki couldn't take another step. Picking a set of concrete steps leading to an abandoned home, he sank down and leaned against the thick wall, panting. He was too weak. No food or drink, no shelter, no supplies... he was lost on a foreign planet on another mission. He growled at the similarities. No power here. No resources. It was awful. He rubbed his face and looked dejectedly at his boots. In this armor, he stuck out like a sore thumb. If only he could blend...
A group of rambunctious teenagers passed. A large group, all laughing and yelling and dressed oddly, like they were going to a ritual. He wondered briefly if they were to be slaughtered. At any rate, they passed close by and he tried to be invisible. Their sweat and raw hormones stank. He made a face. From the sea of stink, a hand reached out and a figure stumbled from their midst. Loki looked up in alarm, having been spotted, to see a girl. She must've been at least twenty, with short-cropped yellow hair and a choker around her neck. She was soft looking and had the fragrance of bathing, with big brown eyes and a tight number making her look like a female Captain America, only in the form of a short dress. She had on red converse as well, which strangely, fit well.
She was all right looking he supposed, but the way she was ogling him made him uneasy. He crossed his arms and glanced away, looking back at her defensively. "What?" He asked sharply. She drew closer, and he shrank back. "You look terrible!" She said gently. "Are you lost?" He nodded involuntarily, and she waved to her friend, who stopped as the group raged on down the sidewalk. "Where do you live?" Loki sighed. "Far from here." She frowned. "That's no good. Well, where are you staying?" Loki shook his head. She put her hands on her hips. "Well I won't let you be alone out here - your costume is killer. We're going to a party, you should come with us." She smiled.
Loki looked up at her, actually cracking a smile. "You want me to go with you? To a ridiculous ritual dressed like one of your lot?" He almost laughed, it was so ridiculous. He was a god! Not an urchin! She felt his scorn and rolled her eyes. "Come on mister high and mighty," she said, grasping his wrists and drawing him off the porch. "It'll be fun. We'll take care of you, won't we, May?" Behind her, a redhead in an Iron Man dress smiled mischievously. Loki was stammering out a refusal, shocked she hadn't become insulted and left at once, but it was too late. She dragged him along with them, fixing his hair and adjusting his cape as they went.
