Yep, Loki hated Midgard. Almost as bad as the Aesir back on Asgard with the utter disregard they had for anything outside of fighting and drinking. Turns out, Midgardians were much the same, though with things other than swords and ale. Crossing his arms, the god turned on his heel as the girl, Osprey ran off. Scowl in place, the trickster began walking in the opposite direction, already considering leaving the realm for a lost cause and returning to Asgard where at least he could be given the respect he deserved. Head down, and arms still crossed, Loki's green eyes narrowed as a bike slowed beside him. Casting a glance at the rider, Loki continued to walk, ignoring the man who was likely stopping to ask for directions.<br/><br/>Upon hearing the man's words though, Loki paused, back still turned to him. Meta-human? Please. Loki was much more than just that. Turning to face the biker, Loki looked him over.<br/><br/>"The Avengers?" Loki raised an eyebrow at him, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. A smile found it's way onto the God of Mischief's face.<br/><br/>"I could help, though probably not in the way you're wanting." Loki wasn't exactly welcome into the Avengers tower, or anywhere on Midgard for that matter. Stepping towards the bike, Loki kept his eyes on the man. He was curious as to who he was, how and why he had called out Loki among the many other people in this damn city, and what he wanted with the Avengers.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>Remy considered contacting Xavier, or even just heading back empty handed. He still wasn't entirely convinced this hadn't just been a reason to get the Cajun out for a while. Figuring that since he was in the city, he may as well have a little fun with his freedom, the mutant downed his drink, and slipped out of the bar.<br/><br/>Now the question was, where to go?