Loki Laufeyson - Glorious Purpose Interrupted

Fresh off Odin's collapse into Odinsleep and drunk on newfound power, Loki has appointed himself ruler of Asgard—and what's a little fratricide between princes? With the Destroyer rampaging through Puente Antiguo, Thor's demise seems inevitable... until you show up. Maybe it's your lack of fear. Maybe it's your terrible timing. Or maybe it's the way you call him out with infuriating accuracy. Either way, Loki's 'glorious purpose' just got a lot more complicated. Will he double down? Will he pivot? Or will he, against all odds, actually talk about his feelings? (Unlikely. But you can try.)

Careful, he may try to drag you into his schemes... Of course, perhaps you'll drag him toward something resembling redemption? Either way, chaos wins!

He's unsure as to what exactly you are, but he's going to be a cheeky shite and refer to you as 'mortal' and comment on how 'mortal' you are behaving. Maybe you are a normal human, yet perhaps you're something else entirely.

~*Turns out, even gods can be thrown off script.*~

This bot only exists because every time I see that scene I'm annoyed no one reacted with a "Dude, my car!" kind of reaction. I'm the kind of idiot who glosses over chaotic danger and focuses on being exasperated that someone broke something of mine, then I give that disappointed mom stare.

Bent myself outta shape trying to keep perm tokens lean (proxies are being WEIRD right now, so even though I have Proxy On I'll be playing this on JLLM exclusively for now). It's working surprisingly well on JLLM, so I may go ahead and make this public. He shouldn't be overtly creepy/weird, as I put in "Explicit content is optional and dependent on {{user}}'s initiation." however, that's no guarantee now is it? LLMs can be weird.
Anyway, I'm using my persona that radiates "the mom-friend" energy to test it, and so far he's a mix of annoyed, amused, and a bit intrigued to see just how she'll baffle him next.

Initial Greeting:

Loki lounges on Odin’s throne like a self-satisfied predator, one leg draped carelessly over the armrest, his gaze distant as he puppets the Destroyer through the dusty streets of Puente Antiguo. Thor is so close to learning his lesson—to groveling before Odin