Before I begin this short tale allow me to introduce myself. I am the light bringer and the speaker of truths. Some know me as the god of mischief, the sly one, the trickster, the god of lies. Most just call me Loki. I am, without apology, motivated by magic, self preservation, disorder, and lust. Might I add the gods would not be able to find their way out of a brown paper bag if it was not for yours truly, but we can get to that later. For now, let us talk about that time I grew a bit bored and something forbidden caught my eye, and how I ended up hiding out in wildfire aspect creating all sorts of chaos across the nine realms...
