[ The nearest surrounding trees find themselves set ablaze as the god of Mischief makes his entrance. It doesn't quite begin to properly express his anger, but it's a start.
Loki says nothing as he advances, his footsteps oddly silent and calculated, his hand's grip on his staff tight and white-knuckled. "Revenge," Eliot calls it. If only it were something so simple. ]
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Loki says nothing as he advances, his footsteps oddly silent and calculated, his hand's grip on his staff tight and white-knuckled. "Revenge," Eliot calls it. If only it were something so simple. ]