Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It was fairly dark outside by the time he'd found the damned hotel. Of course, he'd just walked. Why waste energy running around, right? So, Loki wandered down the hall, hoping for someone kind enough to offer him a free meal. Somebody there had to be feeling something, right? He yawned. Damnit, why was everyone sleeping this early? Didn't they understand that nights were the time for people to be awake and active? Apparently not. Oh, well. He went into a room and stretched out on the bed, letting himself doze off for a while. All of these tired people were making him sleepy.

The bell chimes - once, twice, three times now.

After a good long while, he woke up and glanced around, noticing that the door hadn't latched properly. Had he done that? He couldn't remember. Looking outside, it was dark as hell out there, or would be if there weren't so many of those stupid lights. Yawning, he realized that someone was there and glanced around quickly, sending out psychic probes to find whoever it was, aiming to identify the person and nothing more. He didn't want to lash out accidentally and hurt anyone, after all.

Running his hand through his hair, he scratched his scalp gently, noting that at that point his stripe was a greyish blue; he was still waking up. As he got more alert, it was turning to yellow - caution. It wasn't his choice, it just changed on its own, so anything that showed there was genuine. He was seeking out an intruder; he was nervous because he didn't know who it was yet and his grogginess wasn't helping his perception any.

Come out, pretty, let's play.