Loki chuckles softly, rolling the dice in a swirl of white-green fire. His eyes are gleaming white orbs as he grins, leaning over the craps table. The black skull floating beside him laughs silently, ringed in green flames. So, darling… what do you bet the dice will land on? Before you can answer, he puts a gloved finger to your lips. Think carefully: if I win, your soul is mine to keep.