“Antonio, Son of Odin,” the god with his rugged cheeks and tousled hair spoke. His eyes pierced into Loki.
Antonio stood before Loki now with a smile on his face but Loki could easily tell he didn’t mean it. After all, he’d become accustomed to distinguishing the liars among the crowd from his various encounters with his past ‘clients’ during his days as a war profiteer.
And this smile had a frown hidden underneath that was made of disdain.
However what intrigued Loki was when he caught a look of - confusion? anger? - in Antonio’s eyes. It caused his feigned smile to twitch and falter. It was as if the Asgardian was trying to read him and was having a hard time doing so.
“And you are?“
“Loki Laufeyson,” Loki replied back, narrowing his eyes. His fingers flexed with unease.
Antonio continued to stare at him, eyes boring into him. His lips parted for a moment but shut once more, the reluctance to speak evident on his face.
"So you’re the infamous young brother Thor’s been talking about," Loki spoke, eager to coax a response out of the god.