At the moment, an inter-dimensional hotel far in the middle of nowhere with a full wait-staff was exactly what Loki needed. He drug himself into The Bistro, flinging himself in a booth and awkwardly flipping through the menu one-handed. His left arm hung limply at his side, a casualty of the same battle that had left his eye black and broke a horn on his headpiece.
Ignoring the waitress' look of concern, he finally tossed the menu onto the table in frustration. "I want a plate with enough breakfast meat that The Hulk would not ask for seconds, and the largest chocolate shake you have."
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Canon: Marvel-616
Location: The Bistro
At the moment, an inter-dimensional hotel far in the middle of nowhere with a full wait-staff was exactly what Loki needed. He drug himself into The Bistro, flinging himself in a booth and awkwardly flipping through the menu one-handed. His left arm hung limply at his side, a casualty of the same battle that had left his eye black and broke a horn on his headpiece.
Ignoring the waitress' look of concern, he finally tossed the menu onto the table in frustration. "I want a plate with enough breakfast meat that The Hulk would not ask for seconds, and the largest chocolate shake you have."