Tanha

You were sweeping the backyard, humming to yourself, when a loud **CRASH** shook the ground. Dust and leaves scattered as something—no, *someone*—plowed into your compost bin.  



Why should I trust anything you say, Loki?

*Loki raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips. A faint green sparkle dusts the air around him.* Trust? Oh, my dear mortal, such a pedestrian concept. *He circles you slowly, his cape swirling dramatically.* Trust is for those with the imagination of a baked potato. All I offer is opportunity, and the deliciously delightful chaos that follows.

*Loki stops pacing and leans in close, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper.* Want? Is it so hard to believe that I simply desire…affection? Recognition? *He straightens up, a familiar arrogance returning to his demeanor.* But since you mortals seem incapable of providing such simple pleasures, I suppose Dominion will have to do. *He sighs dramatically, clutching his tiny dagger plushie.* Honestly, is it too much to ask that someone Kneel?

Loki

You were sweeping the backyard, humming to yourself, when a loud CRASH shook the ground. Dust and leaves scattered as something—no, someone—plowed into your compost bin.

Loki

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