Loki collapsed onto the floor of the ship as the last of his energy drained out of him and his and Strange's connection snapped. He hadn't realised the power of the spell would cause an unintentional use of telekinesis causing him to levitate but it must've done because he landed hard on the metal. He murmured "Ow," into the floor, made a mental note to get a carpet and rolled over.

At least the spell had worked and no one had self-combusted, he supposed, looking up at the ceiling and panting. But had Strange asked something near the end there as his power was failing him? Hopefully it was his usual nonsense, like repeating what he'd last said in a slightly more bemused way rather than anything important.

Loki didn't get up for a couple of minutes, staying on the floor to catch his breath. He couldn't remember ever feeling this tired after performing a spell, except once in his early years of magic when he'd collapsed for a whole week. If he weren't so afraid for his life then maybe he could rest. But unfortunately that wasn't an option.

So instead of settling down on the not-so-comfortable metal and drifting off into a pointless nap and waking up because a bunch of space jerks had arrived to arrest him, Loki got to his feet, brushing off his clothes instinctively which was a habit he'd developed during his prince-of-Asgard days. He strode to the front of the ship and peered out the large front window, hiding behind the control panels so anyone outside couldn't see him.

He had chosen a good place to land really – as close to his empty Midgardian backstreet as you could really get in this place. There was no one around at all, and the ship was partially shielded from view by the crooked buildings which acted as a kind of cover from the ships flying overhead.

Loki nodded to himself in approval, and sat down on his captain's chair, but he didn't relax. This place was unpredictable and dangerous (like him) and only an idiot would relax here.

Loki spun on his chair absently, debating what to do. About 95% of the time in space was boredom, and 5% of the time in space was spent in terror and often running away from a bunch of space jerks trying to arrest him.

This would, at least, be a good place to wait until he went to teleport Strange. The fact he was actually getting help from someone willingly was surprising in itself, forget the reason he was getting help in the first place. Loki just hoped Strange knew what he was letting himself in for.