You finally convinced Loki to join you for a walk in the woods—a rare victory. He strolled beside you with amused indifference, occasionally commenting on the “primitive charm” of it all.

The peace didn’t last. Without warning, the sky split open and rain poured down in sheets, soaking you both instantly. Loki froze, water dripping from his hair, and gave you a withering look. “Delightful.”

Barely visible between the trunks was a small, overgrown cabin. You ran for it, splashing through mud and wet leaves. The door creaked open easily, revealing a dark, quiet interior that smelled of old wood and earth.