That voice. Matt hadn't been certain just from listening to him walk, the swish of his clothes and hair, the strange scents clinging around him. But the voice is unmistakable.

Matt hasn't spoken to Loki much in person, of course, but he's aware enough of the god of mischief's presence to recognize that British drawl (and why British, if he's Norse?). His body language stiffens a little, not quite unfriendly but not entirely welcome, either. "Didn't think I'd run into your clothes shopping. Can't you just... make it with magic?"