Grandmaster's Tower
"You truly don't like this place." Loki says knowingly while watching Astrid looks over the massive tower. "I feel like I'm in Oz. And I can't help but to think that it's only a matter of time before our host tries to separate us." She says with uneasiness.
With her words filling his ears, the Sorcerer approaches her. "Be careful of how you speak in this place." He wraps his arms around her to pull her in close. "I would make the realm and our host burn if he or his people try anything." Loki whispers seductively in her ear before kissing her on the cheek.
"I love it when you get all... Smoldery and would burny." Astrid whispers back matching his seductivity. He sniffs her hair as he chuckles with want growing with her every word. "I have never been so torn between being a Trickster or a Lover in my life." The Mischief-maker replies keeping his seductive whisper. "Last time I checked... You were given the title God of Mischief... I'm sure there are countless reasons for that." She teases knowingly.
Without so much as a word, Loki teleports them back to their chambers. "And perhaps you ought to be given the title Goddess of Mischief." Loki teases as he begins to further set the mood while Astrid mischievously smirks. "Something tells me I can live with another title." The Queen says playfully.
