Of all the indignities that had come with being human for almost a week, the worst part had been feeling so mundane. For his entire life, he'd called upon his magic in small ways every day, and suddenly being cut off from it had been like losing a limb or one of his senses. When he’d woken in the morning and had felt that familiar pulse returned, the joy had been so great, he'd immediately changed shape a dozen times, and on a wild whim, he'd settled back into the female shape she'd once worn for almost an entire year, a princess of Asgard from head to toe.

She'd warned Thor that this might happen, so this should be no surprise to him, at least. The surprise (to her and to everyone) comes when she's striding along the street, back in her armor (now cut for all her curves) and enjoying the new sway in her step, and slowly becomes aware that there are several people keeping pace with her. Strutting with her, in fact, and she pauses mid-step to ask what exactly they think they're doing when all six of them fling up their arms in unison and belt out in a beautiful harmony:

"LOKIIIII! LO-O-OKIIIII! LOOOKIII!"

—and she simply knows when it's time to step forward and pose, the very image of beneficence, blessing everyone around her by her sheer presence. She knows when it’s time to start singing—"Leave expectations at the door, just let your eyes explore this curvaceous new physique, who knows, it might be here all week"—and after a flawlessly choreographed dance routine, there’s an ending pose, applause from the onlookers, and then the spell appears to be broken. Loki herself looks absolutely flummoxed, but her backup dancers are already wandering back to what they’d been doing before falling into step. Were you one of those backup dancers, or maybe you just caught the show?

It’s a very different Loki walking through the park at dusk. The showstopper attitude is nowhere to be found now. Taking this female form has brought back a lot more memories than she’d been prepared for, memories about growing up on Asgard when things hadn’t been so terrible, long before she’d learned the truth of her parentage, when she could still run around and play tricks and people laughed. Sometimes at her, yes, but sometimes with her, too. It had been a good life before her jealousy had really begun to take hold.

She even heaves a little sigh as she arrives at a gazebo and trails a hand along the railing. She's never had the urge to sing her feelings out before, but now it feels perfectly natural, and the feeling wells within her until it has to burst out: "I believe in doing what I can," she sings, spinning along the edge of the railing, “in crying when I must, in laughing when I choose.” She’s reached the steps now and climbs them to wind an arm around one of the supports and lean out. "Hey ho, if love were all...I should be lonely…"

It’s not a duet yet, but some passerby might just hear and decide to turn it into one.

[Just what it says! Hit me with another song, have her stumble upon someone singing their own melancholy lament, whatever you like! Prose or brackets are fine, and hit me up at voxmyriad or PM if you want to figure out something more specific! Loki will probably be Lady Loki through this whole event.]