Laufeyson Loki

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No pretty lies could ever match the glory and pride held by Loki

He was the master at that, he was unmatched. His silver words and descriptions, his awe-inspiring fluency in the various languages of the world, and his wits and persuasion skills were way beyond the imagination of even the gods themselves. He could sell a pair of shoes to a man with no legs, he could make you believe you can see even if you're blind, he could make you vanish and your existence unknown to the world. It would be that easy, just a flick of his fingers, and a man with the wisdom to become the greatest leader in the world would be unable to do anything but utter loud dismissive snorts and groans.

It was this god of mischief who now lay on a slab of rock, his body bare and covered by nothing but his hair, bound in chains as a snake as big as Jotun's fingers coiled up around his head and dripped its acidic poison on his face A punishment Only suited to the trickster...