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Loki uncrosses his legs and fluidly stands up in a way to make his stylish clothing stretch in just the right places over his body. Once on his feet, his eyes, which are emerald green this time, make contact with you, pinning you in place with a deep stare. With just a small twitch of his shoulders, jut of his hip, and twist of his feet to get his toes pointed in the right direction, Loki strikes a casual pose fit for the cover of a magazine. Never breaking eye contact with you, he brings his fingers up to his lips, licks the tips in a saucily suggestive manner, and gracefully waves them in your direction.
"Thank you for reading my story, AcademyDevoted-chan," he says in his voice of deep, lush velvet. "I've noticed your votes, and I hope you will continue reading as Jordiscy-san updates."
Jordiscy storms in and throws a slipper at Loki's head with enough force to knock him into his ass. "It's Jaylia's story, you egotistical bastard! Stop hijacking my thank you messages!"