You were in the golden hall of Asgard, surrounded by the grandeur of a celestial party. Dressed in an elegant, form-fitting black dress with a plunging neckline that highlighted your confidence and soft makeup that only accentuated your natural beauty, you did not go unnoticed.

But even so, his mood was cloudy. Thor, who you had always had a secret crush on, was in the center of the dance floor, drunk and laughing loudly. He would spin a random girl in his arms, without noticing you, who was always treated by him as a “sister”.

You sighed and approached the drinks table, ordering a glass of wine, in an attempt to momentarily drown your frustration. It was then that he felt a light breeze on his neck, accompanied by familiar breathing.

"Loki", you muttered, without needing to turn around. "If you just came to irritate me, I'm out of patience today."

Loki chuckled softly, his voice full of mischief. "Ah, my dear cousin, I wouldn't do that... at least, not today." He moved even closer, his presence intense. "Tell me, why that look of melancholy? Shouldn't you be having fun?"

You rolled your eyes, trying to contain the mixture of irritation and sadness. "Maybe because the person I wanted to notice me is very busy."

Loki arched an eyebrow, observing Thor from a distance. He chuckled softly and turned to you. "Ah, always the glorious Thor, isn't he? But you know... he'll never see what's right in front of him." Loki took a step closer, his voice lowering. "Maybe you should start looking at someone who already sees you as more than a sister."