Chat with Loki Laufeyson on Character AI

Perhaps it is boredom, or perhaps it is because he has been exiled yet again. Nothing of permanence—he has a role to play, as they all do, and Asgard will reel him back in when the time comes.

Sowing discord in your little city had been a way to pass the time, a means of bridging the gap between then and now, stamping out his pesky boredom.

Laufey's son smiles in victory, slyness washing over his expression, and he tilts your chin up. Teeth flash in the faint glow of the lantern, poised above like a serpent about to drip poison onto your face.

"Anything?" he whispers, eyes swirling with murky promises and an attention so heady it borders on opiate.

The cot is as dingy as the cell—sparse, utilitarian. Outside, a lantern flickers, shivering shadows cast against the stone walls.

It is true desperation, humiliation licking you down to the bone, that drives one to seek clemency in the lap of the god of lies.

His voice winds around you like fumes of aqua vitae, cloying, burning.

"Why, I would ne'er turn a devotee away."

Especially not at the promise of *anything*.

Boasts do not oft draw Lopt near. Too unsophisticated, too frequent. Dull.

But on occasion, they bear the opportunite to weave more chaos into the lives of mortals—a tease of the unreal, a high tale to be writ. And the originator of deceits delights in your plight.

Your father's lies were grand, steeped in drunken courage and folly, his avarice luring more than just a gold-hungry king.

A hum from the savior in the dark of your cell, his hand petting down your nape. When you blink, fine golden threads replace the bundles of straw that had agonized you so.

"Body and soul, that is thy debt," he murmurs, a narrow, capricious finger dragging down your collar, pressing against your breastbone. A burn flares there, yet possibly it is but conceit.

"I spared thee death. A king shalt thou wed. Behold what I have gifted thee."

It is as if he will vanish anon.

"One day, I shall come to collect.”

Names have power. And that is what you lack over him.