Loki stayed silent as he processed the man’s words, his eyes scanning Tony, taking in the strange clothes he was wearing. Loki wasn’t well versed on mortals and their fashions, but he had enough of an idea of modern styles to know that the outfit was… strange.
“You checking out my new get-up?”
Tony asked with a grin, twirling once on the spot with a wink. His eyes flicked over Loki then, his head cocking to the side.
“If you think mine is bad, you should have a little look at yourself.”
Tony chuckled, pulling another scowl from the god. Loki looked down, pursing his lips when he saw the state of his own dress. Gone was his fine sea-green suit and golden cape… and in its wake was a hideous black and white striped shirt that was three sizes too big, with a red sash adorning his hips, pulled tight at the waist. His pants were black, but the bottoms of them were cut jagged, creating an artificial tattered look. The worst was the shoes. Some kind of ugly brown sandal that exposed the milky white toes usually hidden in his boots.
“Give me your boots.”
Loki ordered, fixing Tony with a withering look. Tony took a step back, his eyebrows raising as his lips twisted into a wry smile.
“That’s all you have to say? We’re stuck on a strange island in the middle of nowhere, dressed in some kind of rip-off costume from a Disney pirate movie… and you want my boots?”
Tony scoffed, making Loki huff in annoyance.
“How bout I give you the boots… if you get us out of here? You can do your little magic thing, right? Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo us the hell out of here?”