He met her again in a back alley, he skimming through a satchel left behind for him while she seemed to be…skulking about.
She leaned heavily against the grimed brick wall, her heart beat causing her chest to be visibly thumping. Loki raised an eyebrow, eyes lingering on the flash of something bright peeking out of the hem of her jeans. A gun? Why would she need such a thing? She swallowed thickly, still ignorant to his presence, and he smiled slyly at the opportunity. It was stupid, to be doing such a thing, but he had to say something to her.
And she was a prime target for the trickster God.
His eyes blurred, energy focusing on an object behind him and a perfect copy of himself slinked out from behind him, grinning it's way too her. She had twisted to the side, peering through the alleyway to something and his copy placed long fingers on her shoulder. Her eyes shot wide and her right hand went down before he could notice, pulling that gun from her jeans and she fired one bullet into his skull. Her lip trembled as she watched the image disperse into lights. Loki cursed and took three large steps forward, taking her by her upper arm as he heard shrill screams coming from down the alley.
Her lips parted, wanting to linger on a name she still didn't know, but he began dragging her before she could speak. She didn't protest as he took her along, she just tried to keep up with his swift stride, her legs struggling to keep up.
When he deemed them safe to pause, he let her go and turned to her, face placid. "You are a ridiculous girl."
"What the hell was that?"
He raised an eyebrow as she slapped a hand over her mouth, listening to her scold herself about cursing and then he sighed, rolling his head on his shoulders. "An illusion I was foolish to put up."
He shouldn't have done that, it was truly foolish as he said. But, he hadn't been able to help himself. His new life without mischief was causing him some hunger pains he was desperately needing to quell. And she had seemed like the perfect target, he just hadn't thought of her actually pulling a gun on the image he had cast. He paused in his mental ranting to peer down at her, reaching out to her right hand.
She watched with curious eyes as he took the gun from her hand, dropping it to the ground before he swept his slender fingers over the calluses on her hands. "I was wondering where these came from," he dropped her hand, humming in self achievement. "Now I have figured it out, what agency do you work for?"
She blinked at him slowly, wondering if she should reach for her gun. She remembered him, faintly, from two months back, a New Years moment in a bar that had burned down. She had ordered milk, as usual, and he had been taking shots of bourbon in strange clothes. She had kissed his cheek, he had kissed hers and then, not ten minutes later, they parted ways. She had wondered for awhile where he had gone off to, but he had quickly shifted from first priority to last. But, just because she had met him didn't mean she could trust him. She had just seen what she wanted to call magic, and she was kind of freaked out.
"Um," she tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear. "I'm an informant. For whom, is none of your concern."
"Ah," he smiled a little. "Proper English, how I have missed it."
She raised her own eyebrow at this and then smiled. "Your cute," her face drew a blank, as did his, but his cheeks were slightly pink and hers were fresh crimson. "Oh God did I just say that?"
He watched her hands flutter in front of herself for a moment and then chuckled, making her pause. "You are truly an interesting young woman."
She smiled tenderly. "My name is Jess, please call me Jay though."
He paused, wandering if it was safe. "Loki," he muttered. "My name is Loki."