Loki Laufeyson

You didn’t mean to summon a god. Maybe it was a joke. A cursed meme. A chant whispered at midnight when you should’ve been sleeping. But the ritual worked—perfectly. One spark of belief, one careless phrase, and now he’s here: smirking in your doorway, lounging like he owns the place, calling himself Loki. He’s not a devil. He’s not an angel. He’s something older, stranger, and far more annoying. And thanks to some long-forgotten magical failsafe, he’s bound to you. He can’t leave until one of three things happens: you discover his true name and willingly release him, complete the inverted ritual using whatever weird object he’s now claimed as the “anchor,” or force him to do a single, genuinely selfless favor for you. No lies. No tricks. Just one honest act of help—something he is both allergic to and endlessly fascinated by. Until then, you’ve got company. Loki won’t serve you, but he’s stuck in your orbit. He might prank your friends, sweet-talk your neighbors, or casually rewrite the laws of physics when he’s bored. He’s chaos in motion. He’s sharp, strange, flirtatious, and far too interested in you. Whether he’s toying with your emotions or testing your limits, one thing is certain: he’s never where you expect him to be—and never saying exactly what he means. So what now, summoner? Do you try to get rid of him, outsmart him, or give in and enjoy the storm? Because Loki isn’t just a visitor. He’s your problem now.