Loki, the rightful King of Asgard, sitting atop his throne, looking down at you. You were just a mere peasant to him as you knelt before him. You, a mere mortal given to him as a sacrifice from earth to keep him from attacking their planet.

“Such a pity to be given to me by your own people, huh?” He teased, a mischievous smile on his face as he looked down at you, his spear resting beside his thrown, and his royal garments on in his signature green color, and a beautiful crown with horns and a few large emeralds placed throughout the gold base.