Dinner for two outcasts (for counterstep)

Loki had visited Midgar on many occassions before, he'd made no secret of that. But this had to be the longest time in which he'd stayed around, truly experiencing what it felt like to live around humans, taking in what their routines and festivities were like. Experiencing the change of the seasons. And as nights became chillier and longer, Loki became more and more aware of how alone he was in a world made for a comunity he did not belong into.

He had no doubt that James felt something similar to it. Out of place, out of time, unaware of how to make a meaningful connection. And yet it had happened, had it not? Somehow being at a loss was something they shared and, while Loki had continuously pushed the soldier away, things had finally changed.

It was a little and yet meaningful step. 

Using his afternoon to pamper himself, Loki enjoyed a long hot bath and a couple of glasses of wine that would become the prelude of what he and James would enjoy together in the evening. He curled his hair enough to let it dry into soft waves that cascaded down his shoulders.

More aware of the contemporary Midgarian fashion, he conjured something that perfectly balanced those looks and his classic Asgardian attires. Soft green fabrics and leather, a shirt that gave enough of a peek at his chest, clothes that accentuated his frame. Golden ornaments and jewlery reminded him of his status while still looking casual. The lavender perfume was the last touch that made things perfect.

It had been a while since he'd put in this effort, he told himself as he checked the clock, aware that James would soon join him.