Update time! I finally found a moment, and I was really in a Loki mood, so I cranked this one out. Basically, it's Loki going shopping. Hope you enjoy!
Loki spent the day in the apartment. He sat on a plush chair, reading the unabridged version of Les Miserables. For such a strange girl, she had a wonderful book collection. At about five, Sierra walked in as she had promised, wearing a long, black trench-coat and tall red boots. "Why do you have two trench-coats?" he asked.
"How did you know I had another one?" she asked, smiling.
"Your weird door wasn't locked. I went in and had a look."
She smiled, a glint in her eye. "I figured. Now come on, we're going shopping. Since you're staying, officially, we can resume where we left off yesterday. You can't walk around New York in that, people will either think you're a murderer or a cosplayer. Been both, trust me, you don't want the rap."
Loki's eyes bogged. Did the girl just flippantly say that she was a murderer?" He realized only a moment later that he had said that out loud. She laughed, nervously, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, both get you a really bad rap in the whole scheme of things. Unless it's Comic Con time. Then, cosplayers are highly revered. I went as the Tenth Doctor once, even got a wig. The next day, I went as Sherlock. Actually met the guy who plays Sherlock. You have to watch that, it's brilliant."
And just like that, she was off on another tangent, leaving Loki to wonder about this girl who walked his dreams. "I don't feel like going shopping," he complained. "Why should I?"
"We're roommates, and roommates do things together. Now come on, let's go."
He followed her out the door to a car, sitting in the back of the apartment. "Where did you get a car?" he asked.
"It's mine, Steve was just borrowing it for a couple of days."
She got in and he slipped in beside her. They drove through the city, stopping in front of a swanky-looking department store. She parked, and they went inside. "Take your pick," she said, gesturing to the floors of clothing around her. "When you have some stuff, come meet me on the second floor and we'll check out."
She disappeared up the escalator, and he browsed about. He liked his boots, new shoes were not an option, but some of the Midgardian's skinny pants had always appealed to him. He chose two pairs, in black and gray, and began to browse the shirts, finding button ups in dark green, purple, and comfortable black. Something looking like a vintage black sport coat appealed to him as well. Once he had confirmed that all the clothing fit comfortably, he was about to go and find his host upstairs, when something caught his eye. A scarf of deep green-and-silver wool hung off a peg. He picked it up, looking it over, before setting it with his other things.
He walked upstairs, to find Sierra browsing through a giant rack of scarves. He stopped, watching her for a moment. She breezed past pink scarves and neon scarves and spotted scarves before settling on a tremendously long scarf of multicolored rows. She picked it up, satisfied, before turning around and seeing him.
"You done?" she asked, cheerful as ever.
"So done. I hate this store. I hate this whole realm."
"Do you hate me?" she asked, sounding merely curious.
"Not as much as yesterday. But I still have a very, very strong dislike of you."
She laughed. "Good to see I'm growing on you."
"Hardly, mortal." he sneered.
"What did you get?"
He showed her his choices, and she smiled. "Lovely, but you're missing something."
"I am missing nothing! This is my choice!"
"What size are your feet?" she asked.
"Twelve, why do wish to know such private informartion?"
"Hold my scarf," she said, shoving the large, knitted scarf at him before running off. She returned a few minutes later with a small, cardboard box.
"Do not buy me shoes. I have sufficient enough shoes. Do not waste your money."
"I have fine money, but thanks. Besides, these are Converse."
Tentatively, he opened the box, to reveal a pair of high-top shoes, in a brilliant, deep, forest green. He, obligingly, put one on his foot and tied it. She clapped her hands. "Brilliant! Let's go check out."
Downstairs, the stupid Midgardian lady at the checkout made the mistake of asking how his day was. "Don't talk to me, mortal. Where can I change into these clothes?" She pointed a shaking finger towards a door, and he stormed off.
"Sorry for his behavior, he's just having a really bad day. It's not your fault." Sierra apologized. "I'll just go wait for him. Have a good day!" The saleslady smiled kindly as the fire-haired woman walked towards the changing rooms. She wrapped the long scarf twice around her neck, and still the ends nearly hung to the floor.
A moment later, she heard a throat being cleared, and she turned around. A tall, dark haired man stood in front of her. His black hair hung in waves to the base of his neck. He wore an old black blazer and a green shirt, with a green-and-silver scarf, gray jeans, and green Converse. It took her a moment to realize that it was Loki scowling at her.
"Something wrong, mortal?" he scoffed.
She tore her eyes away from the change, blue meeting endless green. "Nothing, you just look... what's the word..."
"Menacing?" he supplied. "Kingly? Fearsome?"
"Better," she replied.
"How would you define better?" he snapped.
"Like someone I'd want to be friends with."
He looked dubious, and stared at her for a moment. "I don't have friends." he snapped, curling his lip in distaste.
"You've got one," she smiled. "Now, to Stark's."
"What makes you think I'm coming with you?"
"You threw the other house key out the window, so you don't really have a choice. Come on!" She grinned and practically dragged him out to the car. Once they were driving, she clicked a button and a cheery voice began to speak.
"Hello, Ms. Sierra, how are you?"
"Is that... JARVIS?" Loki asked, confused. She didn't answer, eyes on the road.
"Just fine, thanks Jarv. Tell Stark I'm coming. And that I'm bringing a guest."
"I will tell him. Who is your guest?"
"Loki, of Asgard," she answered. "And I'm sure he's burdened with glorious purpose."
QotC: Do you have any Loki clothing? If so, what?