( even when high, it's weird as shit. billy has the wiccan hood pulled low over his eyes where he lounges on loki's ice-throne, watches him snatch items and dancers alike--for a few moments, before eyes shift to the magpies, the horses, back to loki. there's barely any brown left to his eyes, and the faint blue glow to them isn't helping to find that either.
but he's quick up to his feet, cape billowing in the wind where it's not wrapped around him, and reaches a hand out to grab onto the godling; regardless of form, loki tends to stick out even among other asgardians and partygoers. a moment passes, before billy's whispering low: ) I can't remember who brings birds.
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but he's quick up to his feet, cape billowing in the wind where it's not wrapped around him, and reaches a hand out to grab onto the godling; regardless of form, loki tends to stick out even among other asgardians and partygoers. a moment passes, before billy's whispering low: ) I can't remember who brings birds.