Mischief on Midgard

Fine line

"You serious?" Jackson asked in a dumbfounded tone. "You've never had a cellphone before?!"

Loki frowned in annoyance as he looked over the piece of technology in his hands. He refused to dignify the Human's question with an answer. Even if it was the truth...

"HAHAHAHA! A cellphone!" Jackson broke down and burst into a fit of laughter. "Dude, everyone has a bloody cellphone these days! This is great!"

And with that, Loki looked up and pinned the male with death glare. If the situation had allowed for it, the Midgardian fool would have found himself no longer amongst the Land of the Living.

Randy, the last member of the crew and someone who hadn't been in the warehouse on the day Loki that had revealed himself, smirked in open amusement and decided to add in his own bit of commentary.

"Don't be too hard on Martian Boy Jackson," he said with a chuckle. "He can't help it."

Loki scowled fiercely. Oh, but he was not happy with the nickname that Randy had saddled him with. The fact that it had somehow it just stuck for the crew was even more galling... 'Martian boy'. As if he were some kind of pleb. Ugh.

Now... Loki had deliberately left his own origin vague for a good reason, but his lack of knowledge in certain areas regarding the day to day life of those Midgardians around him seemed to have given away the fact that he wasn't really from the area and that 'the area' was Earth itself. As such, the crew had started to joke about him being from space just like the Chitauri, who's tech they were currently messing around with, and so the nickname "Martian boy" had been bandied about to the point where it had become his official 'nickname'.

Of course, their observation wasn't entirely off track. He was from another world. Still, to be compared to that brain-dead species of reptilians that actually lived on Mars was annoying. He turned his glare on Jackson.

"Show me how to use it," he demanded, holding the phone in the male's direction.

Jackson just raised an eyebrow at him, not taking the phone.

"It would benefit you as well if I knew how to operate a 'cellphone' properly. Show me," Loki asked through gritted teeth. Though, it was more that he had harshly demanded the Midgardian comply more than really 'asked'.

Jackson shrugged, doing nothing to hide the amused twitching of his lips.

"All right then, fine. There's no need to be so pushy. Just ask nicely yeah? It's not like it's a secret anyway," he said even as he took the cellphone and started to show Loki the ropes.

Loki didn't say all that much the entire time that Jackson was showing him how to use the little device. His eyes remained festooned on the phone itself and how Jackson could operate it so smoothly. Whenever he did actually say something, it was always formulated as a question. He took care to absorb any knowledge that Jackson gave him.

It was just technology... and technology at its' root was logical, very similar to magic in truth. You just needed to know base, key factors of how to do something and then you could build upon it. Earth, from what he could tell, was now practically run by this technology now. He needed to get a firm grasp on how to use it. Loki's tentative plans required such effort. Fortunately the humans that he had allied himself with were more than willing to just give him all of this information without even a second thought.

After a mere thirty minutes Loki understood how to make a call, send a text message and email and even how to access the internet...

Loki frowned as he examined that last item. It seemed to be some sort of 'digital highway' designed to transmit text and information. Also, it seemed like every device like the one in his hands were connected to the same 'highway', which seemed like a very foolish thing to do to him. Did that mean he could use any device connected to this internet to access any other device also connected to it? If so, then all he had to figure out was how to manage that kind of connection.