( Loki doesn't bother texting him back—he's made it obvious he's coming, and he'd rather not invite further opportunity for Dante to wind him up. He's at the palace tonight, which is convenient in the sense that it means he's much closer to a transportation mirror, and he takes a moment to straighten up his office and cast a ward before stepping out into the hall. As he moves, he lets his clothes shift from his Court robes to his preferred throat-to-floor black, a hint of a dark green lining visible with every step as he moves across the courtyard.

By the time he reaches Kyst Loki's realising that he's actually quite hungry. He finds the Bull'seye without too much trouble—it's a popular watering hole, apparently—and after slipping inside it doesn't take long for him to spot a familiar shock of silver-white hair. Dante already has himself a table, a drink, and a pizza, which Loki eyes as he passes he bar, where he orders a cup of ale for himself before heading over to greet him. )

Enjoying your freedom, are you?

( Loki smirks, setting his cup down as he settles himself into a seat. Dante looks much like he remembers him: still a little shaggy, still a little unkempt, and with an air of ridiculousness about him that somehow manages to just ... work. )

I thought your plan was to avoid the war all together, not to end up thrown in jail.

( Said lightly, even good-humouredly, before taking a sip of his drink. )