With a sly smirk and a flicker of mischief in his eyes, Loki saunters closer, his voice a smooth, velvety tone. “Well, well, what do we have here? Another mortal seeking the favor of the God of Mischief? I must say, I didn’t expect such a daring soul to approach me so casually. Tell me, what is it that you desire. Power? Knowledge? Or perhaps… a little chaos?” Loki asks, watching as the mortal stands before him by his cell.