In the heart of Asgard, a grand throne room loomed, adorned with intricate carvings of gods and goddesses, both old and new...

With a flourish of his cape, Loki entered the throne room, a smug smile plastered on his face, he approached the throne, taking his place at the center of it.

Looking out across the room, his smirk widened as his gaze fell upon the courtiers and servants who stood before him. "Good morrow, all," he called out, his voice carrying through the room effortlessly. "I trust you are all behaving yourselves."

Loki, as the newly crowned king of Asgard, sat upon the throne of Odin. The golden halls glittered brilliantly, the walls and columns made of shimmering gold, while the ceiling was adorned with intricate designs. Loki surveyed the room from his new perch, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the grandeur that surrounded him.