Mischief on Midgard

Not Lokis problem

Robert Johnson. Twenty-six years old. Born in North England, Manchester. Recently majored as a Mythologist and then moved to America for the opportunities.

Loki smirked as he looked over the little plastic card in his hand. Such a simple thing that would assure anyone that his identity was real. Complete with a date of birth, Nationality and background...

All of it fake of course.

Loki could have easily passed himself off as someone older, being a certain age often automatically earned you respect in many cultures, but he had decided against it. Even though his magic had been sealed away and his strength reduced, he would still age as he had before. In the eyes of the Humans around him, he would not appear to change much at all. The younger he claimed he was now, the longer he could keep up the facade of 'Robert' before he finally had to ditch said identity and move somewhere else. Become someone else. He would probably be able to keep the illusion up until Robert was supposed to be in his late forties or fifties. Any longer though and people were likely start to ask questions.

Things would be easier now though. With a fake identity in hand, Loki could now open a bank account in his name.

Loki looked around and then smirked to himself as his eyes landed on the groups 'leader'. Adrian Toomes had made no secret of the fact that he didn't like Loki, but neither could the man deny that Loki's knowledge had garnered a hefty profit, and so it was only fair he be paid his fair share. It was behavior like that that made Adrian a good leader. He always rewarded his workers for a job well done and was fair in his treatment of said employees. Loki stated to learn by observing him, especially taking note of how anyone in his small crew would do anything he asked. Here was a man who inspired his men to stay true to the last. There was not a single person here whom would rat on Adrian Toomes. They were simply that loyal.

The Humans of Midgard had also developed ways in which to continuing making money by 'investing in stocks'. All of it was done by computer, and again, all quite logical. Loki had an easy time of it, writing fake posts and infiltrating various websites to manipulate the investments to suite himself. His efforts netted a good sum of money in a short time and well, financially speaking, he was now set for a good while. There was no longer a need to pick-pocket or mug Midgardians.

Overall, the Adrian Toomes crew had served Loki well in giving him room to set up, granting him access to a variety of underground smugglers and forgers on Midgard. On top of that, they had been all too willing to teach Loki anything that he might wish to know about life on Midgard. It had been an amusing time to say the least. Loki had even joined them on some of their weapon exchange runs, but only because he found it amusing to observe the groups interactions with other groups. He avoided joining in on any of the arguments or fights that occasionally occurred. This went on for a while before Jackson had been dumb enough to hint that Loki likely didn't know how to fight and that's why he avoided helping the group. When confronted by the boisterous fool, Loki had dealt with his impertinence swiftly. Said male had ended up on the floor in less than a second. Jackson had no time to register what had happened and Loki was satisfied by the knowledge that he wouldn't be in trouble as he had dealt with the impertinent Human in a way that had caused no lasting harm.

It was the time that Loki spent with Phineas, exploring the possibilities of merging the Chitauri technology with technology from Earth, that rapidly became his favorite pastime. It reminded Loki the times during his youth. Time spent experimenting with magic, trying to calculate and merge different spells just to see what the outcome would be.

Their latest creation lay in front of Loki; a tiny blue cube which Loki carefully picked up. He tapped it a moment later and he was suddenly inside of a force-field that was shaped like a bubble. Loki smirked as he tapped the cube again and the force-field vanished. Phineas shared his smirk as their gazes met.