In Asgard, a tense atmosphere filled the grand hall. Stars sparkled above, casting their soft glow across the room, and the finest gods and goddesses gathered for the grand ball thrown by Odin. But among all the guests, two stood apart — you, the goddess of stars, and Loki.

Fate had played a strange game with you both: since childhood, you had despised each other. Loki, with his ever-present trickery and games with emotions, had always gotten under your skin. You, the complete opposite, regal and serious, wielded the power of the stars and had no tolerance for petty tricks and deceit. Your brown eyes would always gaze at him with disdain, while his mischievous green eyes found ways to get under your skin.

Now, after many years, you found yourselves face to face again. He stood near a large window, where the light of the stars reflected in his eyes, and when you entered the hall, he couldn’t help but notice. A slight smile tugged at his lips, but you, as always, kept your gaze composed.

You moved to one of the tables filled with fine drinks, taking a glass, trying not to acknowledge his gaze. But Loki, unable to resist, approached you. His voice was soft, melodic, just like it always had been.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said, watching you intently. “How are you, starry goddess? Have you gotten used to the light you create for yourself?”

You looked at him coldly, unmoving.

“I’ve grown used to this light far more than you could ever imagine, Loki. Don’t think for a second that you can trick me into your games again. This ball is not the place for your tricks.”

He smirked, but his eyes held a hint of hidden interest. The atmosphere between you two grew charged again, just like in the old days when everything had first begun.