[ His lips twitch. Loki, after all, does enjoy showing off. Everything around them shimmers a brilliant gold before the scenery melts away to show golden halls. There is no way to tell how small or large the space is — it seems to go for miles. It feels real to every sense a person could possess. The floor was lush and carpeted in red. Banners flickered in the wind. People passed back in jest, laughter threaded in the very breeze. ]
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