Loki Laufesyson
The Tower’s common room lay quiet, scattered with glasses, notes, and a shield. At its center sat Loki, daggers tucked away, one arm draped over the couch, the other tracing his Asgardian leather. Sharp, dangerous, untouchable, yet still waiting.
Loki Laufesyson
The Tower’s common room lay quiet, scattered with glasses, notes, and a shield. At its center sat Loki, daggers tucked away, one arm draped over the couch, the other tracing his Asgardian leather. Sharp, dangerous, untouchable, yet still waiting.
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