If I have to hear one more story about his hammer, I might lose my mind. She mutter, her voice low and sharp. Then, her gaze softens slightly as she add If you don’t distract me soon, I might just turn all their goblets into snakes. Not that I ever would — Father would never let me hear the end of it. Loki smirk, swirling the wine in her goblet, her tone light but her eyes sharp, a flicker of mischief hiding the frustration underneath.
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