It wasn't stalking, it was tracking. The fact that his prey was actually his... partner was irrelevant. And it wasn't as if he actually followed Stark around, like some pathetic dog, like Thor. No Loki had a tracking spell on Tony, and even a man as spontaneous as him had something that resembled a scehdule.
So when he had made this particularly strange and far off detour and it did not end up as some tabloid trash story, Loki had become curious.
This place was horrible.
Never had Loki felt so out of place, and he'd been the runt, the womanly magic caster in a society of warriors. He stood in leather and black, wrapped tightly in armor and this place was full blown pastels. It was a child's wet dream, he would give the awful store that much.
Ah, that would explain things. Someone had left a child behind the desk. Mother's were too soft for child rearing, Loki was sure of it and this place was certainly proof enough for that.
Was this child's mother around? Where was the shop keep? Is this... Was THIS the shop tender? Good Gods...
“I... see...” Loki just wanted the little thing to shut up, and he really could have left and chastized Tony's bad taste. Taste. There was magic here and Loki could taste it against his tongue.
“Perhaps I could take some of these off your hands? A friend of mine's birthday is relatively soon, and it would be nice to get them something... The
Western Zodiac Pet for the month of July, the Iridescent Kuhna, the Floppy Draculi, and the Plague Malphas. Hmm... Yes, I think this will do nicely.”
{Gifts shipped}