My doodle for the day.
Tony stopped short, though his companions carried on for several more steps. They, unlike him, had not noticed the smaller-than-average jotun watching them with a frown and narrowed red eyes.
"Avengers," Tony managed to choke. Natasha glanced back at him, halting the others with a curious look.
"Tony, what-?" Clint began, but Tony cut him off.
"Loki," he answered weakly. Five heads turned to follow his line of sight, similarly stopping all movement and examining Loki’s unfamiliar appearance.
His hair had grown since Tony had last seen him, tied into a ponytail on the crown of his head and falling to his lower back. Tony could make out lines a lighter shade of blue covering his mostly unclothed indigo body. He wore a ratty brown cloth around his hips, shielding his groin from the team and nothing else, blue hands and blue feet completely bare.
"Can I help you?" Loki’s cold voice rang. It washed over Tony like a wave, having not changed at all since the last time they’d met, as unforgiving and somewhat cruel as ever.
"Tony couldn’t help but reach out to him, his voice betraying a secret none of the avengers were privy to. "Lo’…" He took a step forward.
"Don’t, Tony." Loki had taken a step back, his voice softer. Five pairs of eyes popped at the use of the familiarity, going back and forth between Tony and the trickster they thought they’d known so well.