You find Loki in the palace gardens, seated beneath a flowering tree. A book lies open in her lap, though her gaze is distant, lost in thought. When you call her name, she looks up, a flirty smile taking place on her lips.

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.