Loki sits without being bid ; it seems clear that such a permission is included in the canting of Sherlock’s head.
❝ The Tesseract, I hear, has gone missing from the treasure room of Odin. It wouldbenefit me greatly to plead your assistance in the locating and… return of it. ❞
Many a thing is diluted, made murky. If the man is as skilled as he has heard, Loki harbors little doubt he will suss out Loki’s true intent. But it matters not, truly, so long as Loki ensures his aid.
romanticized as the accounts are, holmes has too much experience and intelligence to not dig deeper into his guest’s words. it is fiction that models fact after all. life, in his opinion will always be better than
art.
“ your motive ——- and your name i suppose. ”
he pauses, sharply, “ and no aliases. ”
he smiles, lips curling in a purposefully delightful way while grey eyes grow steely and colder, “ it is so awkward doing business with aliases. ”
loki, he divines.
ANALYSIS:
- aristocratic features & manner of speech - royalty in his ways and yet no crest - abandoned by family ( disowned? ) - speaks of legends as if they were real - refer to Manhattan ( gods = real? ) - recently imprisoned, shackle marks hidden. - guarded, eyes flickering about. - voluntary? ( yes )