Morgan took Loki's hand and dragged him out of the tower, treating him more like a favorite stuffed animal than a terrifying powerful god. Clearly, Loki had lost his touch, at least when it came to this little mortal Starklet, but somehow he couldn't find it in himself to mind. She was treating him like her best friend, like potentially more than that when she was of age to consent to such things, and Loki found that he liked it. He'd never had a friend like her before, or friends at all. Thor's friends were idiots and Loki was too different on Asgard to be accepted. Somehow... somehow Morgan didn't mind that he was different and dark. She kept finding and pulling out the light in him.

Loki flinched when they left the tower, expecting some alarm to go off, some weapon to attack him for daring to leave without an approved guard or babysitter. For daring to leave without permission. He was astonished when no attack came and when Morgan just kept dragging him along like nothing strange occurred with him. She led him out onto the street, chatting with him as they strolled along. Loki listened intently as she told him about the city and the shops, as she told him about Midgardian life. It grounded him, seeing how similar and different this realm was to his home.

People stared at them as they walked. Morgan ignored them, used to being in the spotlight, used to all the attention. Her father was famous and her looks made her distinctive, especially with her arc reactor glowing through her shirt. Loki noted with satisfaction that she wore a repulsor, hidden as a watch, and was proud of her for not going unarmed, even if he was perfectly capable of protecting her.

Loki also knew that some of the stares from the people on the street were for him. Even without his distinctive helmet, it was common knowledge that he was back on the realm and living at the tower. Seeing him with Morgan wasn't terribly unexpected. Though he heard some mentions about some mortal named 'Tom Hiddleston'. He made a note to himself to ask Morgan about that when they were safely in private again.

As they made their way to more densely populated shops, Loki felt the need to speak up, to spill a secret before it blew up the hard way. It took more courage than he wanted to admit, afraid of being rejected like he had been all his life, but he finally got the words out: "I should warn you that cold things turn me blue." He said the words in a rush. It was the only way to get them out. Did she know what he was? Did she understand what the cold would do to him? Would she see him as a monster?

Morgan paused in her stride and looked up at him, giving him her full attention with a small adorable frown. She resembled a kitten trying to figure out how to properly pounce on a hoppy bug. "Oh... do you want to go somewhere else?" she didn't want to make him uncomfortable and clearly didn't quite see what the problem was or how to fix it.

Loki shook his head firmly. He really did want to try the treat. "Not at all. There are ways to avoid it being an issue. For example, simply taking the treat to the tower and eating it there." It wasn't the ideal solution when the god wanted to spend time outside of the tower, but would be less traumatizing for all involved.

Morgan considered that and Loki could practically see the gears in her head spin as she recalculated her plans for their day out. "Then we'll head to the bookstore first and get ice cream on our way back," she suggested easily. She was planning on surprising Loki with a trip to the bookstore. Now, they would just do it in a different order.

Loki lit up in absolute delight; he was always in the mood to adopt some books! Books needed homes and he was glad to give them all a loving home. Morgan giggled and led him down a few shops to a little bookstore crammed full of book-friends to adopt. Loki seemed to be in his element the moment he inhaled the scent of the books. "I thought you would like it here," Morgan said at his reaction.

Loki nodded and beamed and went to prowl along the shelves, hunting for new books to adopt. He soon returned with a massive stack of books and puppy eyes, begging for his new friends to come home with him. Morgan had wandered off to her favorite section of the store and had her own stack of books when they met up again at the register. Loki set his books on the counter, surprising the clerk with the size of the stack. The clerk was just as surprised at the stack Morgan sat next to it. Loki was just glad Morgan wasn't telling him that he couldn't adopt all his new friends.

Loki looked between Morgan and the books on the counter and realized he didn't really know how money worked on Midgard. As she was digging in her wallet, he produced a wad of cash that he'd transfigured from some slips of paper. That was legitimate currency, right? He tried so hard to do things the right way. It was adorable. Even if it was completely wrong. Morgan shook her head. "I've got it" she reassured him and handed over her dad's credit card to the clerk. It wasn't like her dad couldn't afford it.

Loki nodded. "Alright," he relented easily, watching the transaction with interest. It was all new to him and Loki loved learning new things.

Morgan bought all the books and smirked at Loki. "Can you put the bags in one of those fancy dimensional pockets?" Carrying heavy books around didn't sound appealing. She didn't abuse Loki's magic, but trading favors with a friend was totally acceptable. Loki nodded and vanished the books with seemingly no effort.

Morgan grinned and took his hand to lead him to the ice cream shop. She got distracted on the way, though, and dragged him into a stuffed animal store. "They have a new plushie in the Avengers collection!" she told him excitedly. Loki had been surprised at the sudden stop, but relaxed when he found himself surrounded by plushies. Jotuns loved cuddly toys. He still didn't know all that much about his culture, but he'd learned that much from what research he'd been able to do and from his own experiences.

Morgan went to the Avengers display and beamed at the Loki plushies. They were clearly new and the store had quite a few of them. She picked out the best looking one and cuddled it close. "I doubt you want a plushie of yourself..." she gestured around the store in invitation for him to pick out a plush friend to adopt.

Loki looked at the plushie cuddled to her chest (and tried to convince himself that he wasn't jealous). "They made one in my image??" He demanded incredulously. He was a villain! Why would they make a plushie of him??

Morgan nodded and grinned up at him, clearly amused by how incredulous he was. There was mischief and fun in her eyes, which Loki definitely respected, being the god of mischief. "When your brother announced that you'd be joining the team, the company decided to make one. I've been waiting for them to come out. I have the rest of the collection," she told him. It was no surprise that she had the collection. The Avengers were her family and it was comforting to have plushes of them around. Clearly, the one of Loki was the best, though. Especially in Loki's opinion.

Loki smiled in return. He couldn't help it when she was beaming so brightly. She was like a little sunshine. But unlike Thor's light that he kept for himself and kept Loki in the shadows, she shared her light with everyone around her. "Do they have a Lady Morgan?"

Morgan shook her head, surprised by the question. She was just Tony's daughter, a no-one, not compared to the team. "I'm not an Avenger..." she said softly. There was no reason for her to be represented.

Loki tilted his head and considered. "Well then, we'll just have to find something that represents you."

Morgan relaxed and her sunshine returned as the pair hunted through the store until they found a suitable plushie. It was a fox instead of a bear like most of the stuffed animals. It was the same color as her hair, and just seemed to fit. They dressed it up to look like Morgan, including a little arc reactor from the Iron Man section. Loki smiled. "Perfect." It reminded him so much of her, though he hadn't quite placed exactly why.

Morgan grinned "You think so?" she liked that he wanted a plushie of her, liked that she meant enough to him for it.

Loki nodded and thought through his words before he explained further. Morgan had noticed that he always tended to think before he spoke, unlike his oafish brother. "You're clever, like a fox. The red color matches your hair and the arc reactor matches the one you have."

Morgan beamed at all the praise "Perfect indeed," she agreed and paid for their new plush friends.

Once that was done, they finally they made their way to the ice cream shop. Loki looked at her as they walked. "Thank you for taking me with you on your outing," he said warmly. He'd needed the fresh air and break from the team and the tower. He tended to get stabby when he was cooped up too long.

Morgan grinned up at him. "Thought you could use some time out of the tower. And ice cream,"

Loki chuckled, though there was worry and concern in his words. "Hopefully, my Jotun form won't be too frightening."

"It won't be," Morgan replied and led him into the shop properly. She showed him all the different flavors of ice cream on the menu board. "You seem like you'd like mint chocolate chip," she said after he'd had a minute to look over all the choices. He'd seemed overwhelmed, so she offered him an opinion.

Loki nodded. "It's in my colors," he observed. Mint sounded pleasant and he loved chocolate, so it seemed a good fit.

"That's true," Morgan agreed and ordered their ice cream for them. She got the chocolateist thing they had and ordered the mint for him. Loki carried the tubs of ice cream in a bag so they wouldn't turn him blue in public.

Morgan led him back to the tower, holding his hand the entire way. She was closer to him physically than she had been, walking next to him instead of dragging him like a plushie. She'd taken his hand automatically, hers warm and soft in his.

He'd allowed her taking his hand without question, without thinking about it, and that realization warmed his heart. It just felt so natural and perfect. Fresh air, sunshine, and the little sunshine walking next to him, showing him such natural affection. He'd only experienced unforced affection, physical affection, from one other person in his life: his beloved mama.

And this experience, this feeling, was so very different from the one he shared with Mama Frigga.

And wasn't that interesting?