Literature
Kneel :Thor:
Loki closed his eyes.
He ran his hand over the throne made of gold, feeling the cold material slip through his skin, leaving his fingertips tingling slightly.
With a brief sigh, the god of mischief settled into his seat, feeling, again, that sensation invading his stomach, rising in a slowly and pleasurable way for his throat, spreading through his veins, traveling among the bloodstream. It was the sense of glory, power, the feeling of finally getting what he was targeting.
He still remembered the day the Allfather announced, on that morning full of festivities, which one of his heirs ascend to the throne and would command Asgard. A memory