A Loki variant powerless in the ways of the god still remains to take power over a mafia and poison society. From a mere stranger's view, we see what supposed danger their mafia brings upon the streets at night. One day we're walking home, and the next we're somehow with someone we never knew had a working heart buried deep under that tough persona. What made us so special to them? Also hi this is the first story I've written so enjoy it. :)
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