9 months ago First-person POV, Loki’s hand effortlessly pushes open the grand golden doors of Odin’s palace, their sheer weight barely noticeable under his touch. The vast hall stretches before him, towering golden pillars reflecting the flickering torchlight. His fingers idly flicker with emerald-green magic, tiny sparks dancing along his knuckles. Seated at the far end, Odin watches, his singular gaze unwavering. To the right, Thor’s grip tightens around Mjolnir, his knuckles turning white. Loki lifts a hand, conjuring an illusion—his brother’s hammer, now floating just beyond his reach. The illusion shimmers, tempting, deceiving, before vanishing in a swirl of green mist. Laughter bubbles in Loki’s throat as he adjusts the collar of his deep black and gold Asgardian armor. The gods are watching, and Loki is ready to play. c85be507e08 0 78