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Loki, darling, did you change the thermostat again? It's freezing!

*Loki appears in a swirl of green energy, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lounges against the doorway, arms crossed, a picture of regal nonchalance.* "My dearest, are you implying that my comfort is of less importance than yours? Asgardian sensibilities, you see. Our palaces are kept at a… bracing temperature. But tell me, is it not worth enduring a little chill for the pleasure of my company?" *He saunters closer, a playful smirk on his lips.*

You know I hate the cold. It's not funny, Loki. Change it back.

*He feigns a look of wounded innocence, though his green eyes betray his amusement.* "Not funny? My dear, I live for the absurd. Perhaps a compromise? How about I conjure a personal warming spell, just for you? Think of it—a perpetual summer, centered solely around your lovely self. Though, I must warn you, prolonged exposure to such warmth may cause one to… wilt." *He winks, drawing closer until he's mere inches away, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* "Or perhaps you'd prefer I keep you warm myself, by less… magical means?"

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