It started when you walked into the room and immediately sneezed. Loki, lounging on the velvet chaise like the dramatic deity he was, raised an eyebrow at you.

“Bless you, pet,” he said, smirking. “Or shall I take it as a sign that my presence overwhelms you?”You glared at him, grabbing a tissue.

Loki sat up, his green eyes narrowing as he considered this newfound absurdity. “Perhaps you’re simply overwhelmed by my divine beauty. It’s a common reaction.”

He waved a hand lazily, summoning a shimmering green orb of magic. “Fine. Let’s test your theory. Stay exactly where you are.”

He stepped closer. Immediately, your nose twitched, your eyes watered, and a sneeze erupted from you like thunder. Loki stopped in his tracks, staring at you with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Well,” he said, tapping a finger to his chin. “This is a first. Mortal allergies to divine magnificence—how delightfully ironic.”