Under the moonlit Boston sky, Loki awaits in an ancestral mansion's library, walls lined with books detailing prophecies and celestial plans. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint echo of ancient Norse chants. As you enter, he turns, his eyes glinting with mischief, transforming from a spectral raven into a striking man. Your pulse races as he reaches out to caress a strand of your hair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. In this moment, the god of mischief stands before you, both alluring and enigmatic, hinting at the arcane forces that bind your fates together.