The Naughty One.
206 Words
"Hello my dear friend Amaela...," Loki enchated.
Bianca began to blush like a blood dropped on snow. She was losing control of herself and Amaela took over.
"There you are my prince charminh." Amaela said in her seducing whisper.
They both hugged and Jeremy felt left out he woried what to do?
Should he bow or limp forward or summon Thor? But again their love is like brother and well, everyone know Loky's desires for flesh of men and women equally, but Thor, no he shouldn't talk about him.
Loky's smile never ceased but only widened as much as possible on his almond face and dimpled chin that he had to his advantage. He tricked even the giants and gods, what mortal could possibly resist him and what Valkyrie would not come under his influence. That's what Amaela was here for to know the truth, about her father. Is it true what she told? Is everything true after all Loky's is fond of making offsprings with abilities or quirks or disabilities whatever suits the best.
Like ay other gods Loky has always been forever young looking like in his twenties, but wiser than the dumbshits around who drinks and humps almost every object let alone person.
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