He takes the kitten with him to work. It sits on his shoulders and sometimes, if he's feeling generous, on his head, as he walks down the halls of SHIELD.
He hears whispers as he passes, not the usual kind, and he's not sure if he should be relieved that they've stopped gossiping about his inevitable return to the dark side and instead about his kitten. After all, he was a king, and kings do not tote kittens around on their shoulders on a daily basis.
No one laughs, at the very least, not at him - although Thor does crack a smile the first time he sees Kolr, and his smile grows even wider when he hears the name.
"It is a most fitting title, brother, most fitting indeed!" Thor beams as Jane snatches the kitten from Loki's shoulder and cradles it to her chest.
"He's so cuddly!" she exclaims in surprise as Kolr buries his head in the crook of her elbow. She looks up at Loki, confusion etched into the lines of her brow. "Where'd you get him?"
"Darcy," he replies, frowning.
"Ah," says Jane, and she gives him a knowing sort of smile