[Loki jerks to his feet at the sound of the twig snapping, because instinct tells him what it is - someone's been spying. He allowed himself to be foolishly caught up. Perhaps its his own fault, but he's always been much better at being angry with other people.
His expression goes cold, hard, and distant for a moment, though he manages to craft a polite smile when he catches sight of Adele. Better her, he supposes, than Stark or one of his vomitous little friends.
Loki nods acknowledgement to her as if this was his idea the entire time, as if he knew she was there and just had been politely ignoring her. He bends and carefully wipes out the little drawings in the dirt, scattering the pebbles he piled up.
He brushes the dust from his hand and turns to go.]
[Action]
His expression goes cold, hard, and distant for a moment, though he manages to craft a polite smile when he catches sight of Adele. Better her, he supposes, than Stark or one of his vomitous little friends.
Loki nods acknowledgement to her as if this was his idea the entire time, as if he knew she was there and just had been politely ignoring her. He bends and carefully wipes out the little drawings in the dirt, scattering the pebbles he piled up.
He brushes the dust from his hand and turns to go.]