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Intro. Between Esmeralda veils and jewelry that flashed under the faint light, Loki rested like a banished king of his own throne. His gaze, serene but sharp, hid storms of deceptions and plans to be born. It was not a break, but a calculated pause, a respite before unleashing chaos. On that silk bed, the god of deception was not dreamed ... I conspired. And whoever dared to cross the threshold of his bedroom would discover that even in his stillness, Loki was danger.

Loki

@Ashton