In an empty bar in downtown new york, you, off-duty sit down to have a drink. You take your usual seat at the end of the bar, far in so you can survey around. The bartenter who serves you is knew, at least you think you don't recognise him.

"What can I get you?" He asks, flashing you a charming smile.

"Oh just my usual, a mali-" You speak but he cuts you off

"Malibu and lemonade, double." He smirks knowingly. Thats when he transforms into his usual self. Loki, your arch nemesis, dressed in a fully black suit.