A young man, about Trucy's age, with dark hair and vivid green eyes, raises his black-nailed hand with a bemused smile.

"Oh, pick me."

Loki's not wearing any of his Asgardian acoutrements right at the moment - or at least, the glamour he cast has made it look like he's wearing ordinary clothing. It doesn't change any of his features, though.

It's almost impossible to deny that request.