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[b][center][color=#963437]𝕃 𝕆 𝕂 𝕀[/color][/center][/b]
[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=#963437][b]LOCATION: [s]ʟᴏᴋɪ'ꜱ[/s] ᴊᴜᴩɪᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙᴀʟʟ[/b][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=#963437][b]MOOD: ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ.[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
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[indent][indent][color=gray]Flashes of cameras; words, words, words. People congregate in front of [i]his[/i] ball, interviewing and posing. Loki slips by, paying no heed to them. No one takes pictures of him, which is a damn shame, but just as well since fame was unbecoming of his occupation. Still, he took a moment to stand in just the right way that the cameras caught him during Pan’s interview. All the celebrities that knew him – and you would be surprised with the amount of celebrities with gambling addictions – turned away, eyes averted in shame and Loki smiled.

[color=#963437][b]“Ah, it’s a good day to give to charity, isn’t it Todd?”[/b][/color] Loki looked to his side for validation from his right-hand man only to find the spot empty, [color=#963437][b]“Oh, that’s right. I killed him, didn’t I? Crying shame.”[/b][/color]

Shamelessly, Loki skipped and hopped his way into the charity event, careful to not wrinkle his suit. Like always, his feet moved to an invisible rhythm as he sauntered into the main hall. His sharp eyes surveyed the room; there was what’s-her-name and what’s-his-face and mister-forgettable and misses-who-cares. After the invitations were sent out, his mind had trashed the names and wrote them off as insignificant. Except for a few people.

[color=#963437][b]“Lookin’ handsome as always, Jupiter.”[/b][/color] Loki said as he passed him and whoever had accosted him by the stairs, uncaring how loud he addressed him with his true name. It’s not like the mortals pay attention that closely.

A waiter passed by and Loki snagged a glass of champagne, taking a sip before his face contorted into disgust. He forgot how nasty the shit was without orange juice. Frankly, Loki was a cocktail kinda guy. His eyes raked the room again, looking for someone in particular with striking cerulean eyes – or some other word that means very intense blue. Loki wasn’t an interior designer.

His eyes lit up as he spotted his prey, and he hung back for a second to observe him. He cleaned up nice, Loki thought immediately, and then hated himself for thinking it. This was his mortal enemy! His nemesis! And the villain is [i]always[/i] ugly, in movies at least. Well, sometimes. Sometimes Loki watched movies and couldn’t help but be attracted to their evil deeds. Ah, to be a villain as grand as a movie antagonist. Maybe Loki should make it a habit to kill more people; the more homocide one commits, generally the more attractive they become, right?

Loki approached Odin from behind, and abruptly poked him in the back with his pointer finger. He pushed hard enough that, on a mortal, it would surely bruise. It’s honestly the tamest thing Loki has done to Odin in a while.

[color=#963437][b]“I would stab you,”[/b][/color] Loki hummed as he came around to face Odin, [color=#963437][b]“But I wouldn’t want to ruin your suit in front of all these people.”[/b][/color] Not that it has stopped him before.
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