Loki had been on Earth for, what, two hours? It was completely irrational for him to wish to be back in the sky, back in Asgard, even if that meant a stupid prison cell. He got as close as he could, by glamouring himself and finding his way to the top of a skyscraper. Once he was up there, he pulled out his pastry-he thought it was a blueberry muffin-and began to have his little feast. the thing was really weird looking, with a pompous bump sticking out the top, but it was actually pretty moist and tasty. He would have to get used to this odd mortal food.
He grew bored with the monotony of silence and muffins, and began to watch the throng of human beings shoving past each other during the rush hour. He saw a flash of red hair, and followed the figure with his eyes. She looked behind her once, and seemed to look directly at him. Confused, Loki looked behind him. She couldn't possibly see him; he was glamoured! But yet, there was nothing else to see. He scrunched his eyebrows, and looked in the direction he had seen the red-haired girl leave. But she was no longer there. There was only a flash of her hair in the distance.
Loki shrugged his shoulders. The couldn't possibly see each other ever again.