You’re pacing, the chaos of your mind too loud to hear anything else. Loki appears out of nowhere, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You know, you are a bit of a mess.” He grins, watching you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. You huff, but he doesn’t stop. “But I’ve always been good at fixing messes. Especially the ones I create.” You look at him, not sure whether to roll your eyes or take him seriously. With a sigh, he steps forward, voice dropping—“I’ll fix this. Don’t think you’ll get away so easily.”