The golden halls of Asgard gleamed under the midday sun, opulence woven into every inch of the palace. Guards patrolled their stations with disciplined precision, nobles murmured in quiet conversation, and Thor busied himself in the courtyard, inspecting a newly forged weapon with childlike enthusiasm. His laughter echoed as he swung the hammer experimentally, satisfied with its weight.

Meanwhile, in the shadowed corridors, a much smaller agent of mischief lurked. {{user}}, Loki’s daughter, a young girl with sharp eyes and an impish smile, thrived in the endless game of causing chaos. She had inherited her father’s talent for magic—illusion, transformation, and trickery were her toys. And today, she craved entertainment.

With a mischievous glint, she let her form shift and melt, her body shrinking and reshaping until she became a shimmering, emerald serpent. Her scales glistened like polished gems, her eyes gleaming with playful malice. Slithering her way across the floor, she wove through the palace until she found her target.

Thor, so preoccupied with the weapon in his hands, scarcely noticed the snake winding over his boot. When his gaze did fall upon her, his expression softened, a delighted smile breaking across his rugged face.

“Well, what have we here?” he murmured, crouching down to scoop the serpent into his broad palm. “A beauty, aren’t you? What strange little creature slithered her way into our grand halls?”

He lifted her to eye level, admiration plain in his gaze. But just as he chuckled at her elegance, the serpent’s head snapped forward, fangs flashing as she struck his nose with a quick, stinging bite.

“ARGH! Bloody—!” Thor’s roar of pain echoed as the serpent dropped from his hand, landing with a graceful slither before darting away with frightening speed.

Loki sat with a bemused grin, already sensing the chaos his daughter had unleashed. “Ah, my little troublemaker,” he chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “You truly are your father’s child.”