Loki doesn't need to think about anything, if Coulson had told him to follow him then and there he would have without a second thought. It's more than a little embarrassing, so he sets a timer on his rather plain, SHIELD-issued phone for 15 minutes and forces himself to wait until it dings to send Coulson his confirmation.
Your place will be sufficient. Dress code?
The rest of the day passes in a haze. He doesn't have a ton to do, so the other agents should be forgiving if he spaces out a bit. Natasha clearly knows something is up, but he's fairly sure she would know if he had his underwear on inside out just by the way he sat. It's terrifying, but also somehow liberating finally knowing someone he can't successfully bullshit.
In no time he's out, freshened up, and knocking on Coulson's door. Wait, should he have brought something? Wine? Probably wine. With a soft whisper he pulls a bottle of red from his own apartment to his hand. With his full powers it wouldn't have been an issue. At the moment he counts himself lucky they happen to live relatively close to each other.
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Your place will be sufficient. Dress code?
The rest of the day passes in a haze. He doesn't have a ton to do, so the other agents should be forgiving if he spaces out a bit. Natasha clearly knows something is up, but he's fairly sure she would know if he had his underwear on inside out just by the way he sat. It's terrifying, but also somehow liberating finally knowing someone he can't successfully bullshit.
In no time he's out, freshened up, and knocking on Coulson's door. Wait, should he have brought something? Wine? Probably wine. With a soft whisper he pulls a bottle of red from his own apartment to his hand. With his full powers it wouldn't have been an issue. At the moment he counts himself lucky they happen to live relatively close to each other.