The voice came from behind her, smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Loki stood at the rooftop's edge, coat billowing, green eyes fixed on the horizon where a distant explosion bloomed like a poisonous flower.

He turned, stepping over a shattered ventilation unit with the casual grace of a predator who knew nothing could touch him.

A pause. His head tilted, studying her with that unnerving focus he reserved for very few things.