center of the ring (Festival Spar)

Practically oozing arrogance, the black-cloaked male strutted to center stage. Or at least, the closest open spot to the center of everyone's attention. That was where he thrived, the center of attention. He wondered, too, if his kids were in the crowd today watching. Aksel had left them for his own adventures and while the idea of his son off alone somewhere gnawed at him, it was exactly what he'd always wanted to do so he couldn't very well protest him being exactly like Loki... But if his girls were out there in the crowd with his young half sisters Loki certainly wanted to put on a show for them. "Very well, peasant," he yawned with a deliberately bored inflection to the other male who had been paired with him. "Let's do get this over with so I can move on to the next round, hmm?" He moved languidly into place, sparing a grin and a suggestive wink for one of the female spectators.



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It's in my nature