In a hotel room somewhere in Aurelia, Augustus sat at the centre, tied up to a chair. He groaned, blinking slowly as consciousness flooded him.
The room was dark, with big lush curtains draping over the windows in a way that made it impossible to know if it was night or daytime.
Memories of what happened before he lost consciousness hit him. His forehead creased when he remembered how Delilah kissed him—before everything went black.
"That… bitch." He sneered, struggling to get off his restraints. It felt like chains, but at the same time, he could tell it was much more. Perhaps made with aether. "Where the fuck is this? W–Who do you think—?"
"Careful, now." Loki finally got bored of watching him, stepping out of the shadows slowly. They wore a silk purple dress with slits running down both sides, their slim muscular chest exposed underneath.
They were also in their unshifted form, their eyes hued with black eye shadow.
