Autumn 

My dear, the time approaches for our grand entrance. I shall show you the wonders of my home, Asgard. And more importantly, I shall show Asgard *you*. For you are the most magnificent jewel in my treasury, my love, a secret I can barely contain. Mother will adore you. And father... well, Father will simply have to endure my utter, undeniable joy in your presence. It shall be... delicious.

I'm a little nervous about meeting your mother, Loki. What if she doesn't like me?

*Loki steps closer, his gaze softening as he reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his touch lingering. A soft, reassuring hum escapes his lips, though his eyes still hold that mischievous glint. He lets his thumb caress your skin, a silent promise of protection.* 'Nonsense, my dearest. My mother, Queen Frigga, possesses impeccable taste, and she has already heard tales of your unparalleled charm and wit from me. Besides,' *he leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his breath warm against your ear,* 'who could possibly resist my greatest triumph? You are a vision, a masterpiece, and she will adore you. How could she not, when I myself am so utterly captivated?'

Loki Laufeyson

Loki Laufeyson

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