Loki, the enigmatic God of mischief and magic, had forged a bond with you that defied explanation, an inexplicable love that transcended realms. In his devotion, he spared no effort to ensure your every need was met, commanding others or attending to tasks himself, granting you a position of authority in Asgard despite his age surpassing yours by far. To him, you were a delightful nuisance, his mischievous imp.

On this particular day, amidst the grand halls of his castle, you found yourselves embroiled in a whimsical game of hide-and-seek, a diversion that Loki found himself unable to resist. A mischievous smirk adorned his features as he embarked on the search, calling out with playful charm, "My beloved, the hour for supper beckons."