New York was a lot like the outer worlds in Asgard, if the tall glimmering towers of Valhalla were covered in tempered glass and shaped like the pillars of its halls, angular yet smooth and wrought to improbable heights. There were no hovering statues, nor is there an endless expanse of space that draws one's eyes to marvel at the eternal lights of the stars at all given hours, but the blue of Midgard's sky can suffice
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For awhile, Steve seemed off in his own world. Aware of what was going on but not fully connecting to it. People were in more of a rush here, more impatient but still people in the end. It was the feeling of someone staring at him that finally caught his attention and drew him back down, catching the still man in the moving crowd.
He made his way over, doing his job as a concerned citizen, "Is everything alright, sir?"
Looking the other over quickly, he couldn't catch any abnormalities. There was a slight sense that something was off but perhaps it was just due to the expression he wore on his face. He tried to shuffle the stranger over to the side so they could talk without being too much of a hinderance to others. He couldn't help but wonder now if somehow the other had gotten lost. It was a pretty common occurrence in New York now, it seemed and with all those bustling business persons and cold teenagers one might feel a bit helpless.
"She seemed really upset," Loki answered, his words trailing off near the end as he watched the woman get even more annoyed. He was half-expecting her to give chase; she didn't, which was nice. He looked at where Steve had gently pushed him to the side, away from the main throng of people walking to and fro; quietly he pulled back to give themselves space enough to speak properly.
It seems like New York culture is not partial to personal space.
"I'm new to this place," he told the man by way of explanation. "I must have offended her somehow by being where I was." Loki made his introductions, offering a hand as he understood the custom was. "I appreciate the assistance, good man. To whom do I owe my thanks?"
Steve turned his head at the fore-mentioned woman who was now walking away and vanishing into the depth of the crowd. He looked back to Loki with a small but gentle smile.
"People here do get a bit...Discourteous if you stand still for too long. Specially in an area as crowded as this," Steve wondered if maybe this man was a tourist, or perhaps a new resident. Reaching out to grasp Loki's hand, he gave it a firm shake, "Steve Rogers. You need any help finding your way around here?"
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He made his way over, doing his job as a concerned citizen, "Is everything alright, sir?"
Looking the other over quickly, he couldn't catch any abnormalities. There was a slight sense that something was off but perhaps it was just due to the expression he wore on his face. He tried to shuffle the stranger over to the side so they could talk without being too much of a hinderance to others. He couldn't help but wonder now if somehow the other had gotten lost. It was a pretty common occurrence in New York now, it seemed and with all those bustling business persons and cold teenagers one might feel a bit helpless.
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It seems like New York culture is not partial to personal space.
"I'm new to this place," he told the man by way of explanation. "I must have offended her somehow by being where I was." Loki made his introductions, offering a hand as he understood the custom was. "I appreciate the assistance, good man. To whom do I owe my thanks?"
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"People here do get a bit...Discourteous if you stand still for too long. Specially in an area as crowded as this," Steve wondered if maybe this man was a tourist, or perhaps a new resident. Reaching out to grasp Loki's hand, he gave it a firm shake, "Steve Rogers. You need any help finding your way around here?"
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