No Better Toy Than Mortals (but family will do, in a pinch)
Loki was bored. That alone should be terrifying enough for those who know his nature, but he was also feeling creative. It had been too long since he had collaborated with another in one of his games for sport. What is mischief without someone else to appreciate it, after all? He'd been enjoying the occasional poke at the sorceress' mongrel over the past few decades, but the latest generation of mortal heroes had felt far too little of disarray, of dissent, of distrust, of....
His smile twisted his features.
Discord.
Moving through secret paths, shadowed from Heimdall's eyes or Hermes' footfalls, he went to go visit his very favorite Olympian.
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