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Loki's birthday party preparation was ready.
Loki listened to the loud music as he stared at himself in the mirror. It was a pool party and he was wearing nothing special. Just a pair of swimming short, White sleeveless shirt and hawaiian slippers. His sunglasses were pushed back to his dark blonde hair as he admired himself in the mirror, showering it with praises.
"Okay, that is enough." an unfamiliar femine voice that Loki didn't recognize spoke up. Loki narrowed his eyes.
Next thing the female knew, Loki had her in a choke hold pinned on the wall.
"Who are you?" he snarled out.
The unknown female stared at him with a flirty smile.
"Im Angela." she said.
"And what can I help you with Angela?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I couldn't help but see you through the window."
she gushed. 
"You are so good looking."
Loki gave her a tight smile.
"Thanks. But I have a girlfriend who is pregnant."  Angela smirked at him.
"Oh? you mean her?" She pointed to Caroline who was sitting on his brother's lap and making out with him. Her pregnant stomach was visible.
Loki merely shrugged.
"Is that it?  You think that will hurt me? Of course not, darling." His sadistic smirk was the last thing she saw before he snapped her neck.
Her body fell in front of Loki who looked at it in disgust.
He called out to the human cleaner who they compelled to clean up for the party and told her to clean up his mess. She did so without hesitation.
Loki smirked at her.
"Good pet." he mummured.
Loki stepped out with a smile as if nothing happened.
"Here is the celebrant." the mc cheered. People cheered loudly.
Loki wrinkled his nose at the smell of cheap beer that people had brought.
The Mikaelson family drank nothing more than expensive and old wines or whiskeys and bourbon.
Elijah was no where to be found and Loki was not surprised that Elijah didn't want to come.
'Typical Kol.' Loki thought as he saw his little brother laughing at someone who slipped on the floor.
Everything was perfect and nothing could ruin It.
Or so he thought.

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