[ Loki gets to her feet, using the only weapon she has against Stephen with him so far away. Her Silvertongue locks each word into the air, buoyed by the love spell simmering with an undercurrent of force, coercion thickening in a wave toward him. ]
Come down, Stephen Strange. Come into my loving arms, be my consort in the eldritch and arcane, let me walk you through nebulas of possibility.
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[ Loki gets to her feet, using the only weapon she has against Stephen with him so far away. Her Silvertongue locks each word into the air, buoyed by the love spell simmering with an undercurrent of force, coercion thickening in a wave toward him. ]
Come down, Stephen Strange. Come into my loving arms, be my consort in the eldritch and arcane, let me walk you through nebulas of possibility.
Come down.