[ Loki's green eyes are wild and bright, his hair falling over his shoulders and face. He eyes Draco like an animal would eye a potential threat. His hand does not budge in the least. He can sense something from this man. Magic. A kind he hasn't felt before. That must be how Draco got through his wards. Loki's frown deepens before he carefully pulls away. ]
Your magic might have called to mine. You are fortunate. I do not forgive trespasses easily.
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Your magic might have called to mine. You are fortunate. I do not forgive trespasses easily.