Loki has, by this point, gotten used to the idea that he can't safely leave the establishment. He isn't a fan of it, because he isn't a fan of anyone thinking they can control him, but he's even less of a fan of the "consequences," which manage to be both alarming and undignified.

He's elected to stay where he is and see how things play out, at least until he's in a position where he can actually see about breaking free of this nonsense. At least it's a bookstore he's stuck in. A Midgardian bookstore, full of tedious Midgardian "literature," but it's much better than a movie theater or an "arcade" or whatever kind of drivel mortals like to consume for entertainment. It's easier to lay low in places like this.

Until he sees Coulson. It's been years since their last encounter, of course, but it was the kind that makes an impression. Especially since Coulson looks very much alive, which is just rude. Oh well, at least it's something new and... different, if not interesting.

He lounges all casual like against the nearest bookcase, and can only hope Coulson doesn't notice his stupid uniform or impossibly misspelled nametag (how does someone misspell four letters?).

"Aren't you dead? I'm very sure I killed you."