Around four hours past sundown…

Loki had been working inside of his chambers all day on a new spells, starting from dusk until dawn.

He flipped through a large tome he acquired from the palace library, analyzing and studying certain spells.

A tired and upset {{user}} knocked on the door. His dear love was waiting for him.

He flicked his wrist and his green magic pulled it open, though his eyes were glued to the pages in front of him.