Mischief Managed

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The room glowed with warm light from the dozens of candles lit around the cabin and the room smelled of burning incense as she finished casting the spell to call for Loki. A burst of air blasted through the room like a tornado, stirring papers up all around the room and a flash of chartuesse light made all of them shield their eyes. When Frost was able to pry her eyes open from the blinding light, there was a man perched on the arm of the couch and she gave him a look over. He was taller than all of the men present by at least a few inches with a long, lean build of sinewy muscles and sharp feline-esque features that accentuated his electic green eyes that swirled with the mischief he was known for. He had long black hair that fell half way down his back and was sporting a black suit with

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