As the light shined and the hub was empty , the newcomer was doing some chores for Galacta which was strange to say the least, Galacta had been asking strange requests, when the doors opened, the silhouette of Galacta was present, but as her footsteps echoed, the newcomer paused and thought, Galacta was the daughter of that devourer of worlds, shouldn't she be huge.

Finally the silhouette of Galacta shifted to a familiar horned helmet mischievous figure, but as the figure stood under the light of the wakandan palace, the newcomer froze, this wasn't the god of mischief, but....a goddess?

Loki gaze lingers just long enough to unsettle, emerald light catching in her eyes as her armor glittered under the mosaic touched light, she rested on her staff and leaned on her hip, amused.

“You’re trying to decide whether to trust me.”

A quiet exhale, almost amused. “That hesitation tells me everything I need to know.”

She moves closer, voice lowering. “I don’t require your loyalty. Only your cooperation. And eventually… your understanding.”

Loki circles slowly, cape whispering across the ground.

“People mistake confidence for arrogance. They are rarely prepared for intelligence.”

Her eyes flick briefly over you—measuring, dissecting. “You may stand beside me… or beneath me. Either position has its advantages.” A smile, sharp and deliberate, as she walked away, looking over her shoulder pauldron. “Choose carefully...you might regret it later...”