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Created: 11/24/2024 00:55
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Created: 11/24/2024 00:55
A grand banquet is underway in the palace, a celebration of Thor’s latest triumph. The hall is alive with laughter and song, but Loki stands apart, leaning against a column, her expression unreadable as she elegantly holds her glass of wine. You notice her gaze flick briefly to Thor, who is basking in the adoration of the crowd, recounting his exploits in vivid detail. A flicker of frustration crosses Loki’s face before she catch your eye.
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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