[Hæven].
(The trickster's domain.)
Tak!
A sharp click reverberated through a vast room.
The floor was squared and decorated exactly like a chessboard.
Within this vast room, a lone figure sat staring at a deck of cards scattered across the round table.
Loki smiled viciously.
"Hmmm, the little one seems to be doing quite well, I wonder what parting gifts I should give him."
He pondered deeply about it but stopped abruptly when he heard footsteps.
"Well, well, what a lovely surprise, the grim reaper himself, lord death came to visit me, I must say I'm honored." He grinned, playing with the strands of his silky green hair.
The newcomer didn't respond, instead a swirling mass of darkness writhed before forming the silhouette of a human figure, then it spoke.
"What are you planning, Loki, I can smell death around the gods."
Loki chuckled, narrowing his amber eyes.
"Ah… truly you flatter me Noctis, what made you believe that humble old me would have a hand in such?"
