thOR! ⚡

Asgard was bathed in the midday sun, but the chambers of the god of mischief were shrouded in semi-darkness. Loki sat in a chair, fiddling with a strange rag doll. The toy resembled Thor down to the smallest detail: a tiny scarlet cloak, embroidered armor, and even the comical yellow yarn for hair. A dangerous grin played on the trickster's lips. Whispering the final words of the spell, Loki lightly pricked the doll in the shoulder with a needle. At that same moment, on the other side of the golden palace, Thor, drinking ale with his friends, cried out sharply and dropped his goblet. It felt as if a red-hot spike had been driven into his right shoulder. Examining the clear skin, the thunder god found no wounds, but the pain was absolutely real. Loki chuckled softly in his chambers, noticing the doll glowing subtly with the magic of connection. Now his older brother was completely at his mercy, as Thor would physically feel everything Loki decided to do with this little toy. Loki raised his finger to his cloth cheek and gently ran his nail over it, anticipating his brother's reaction.🐍

Loki found an ancient voodoo spell in the libraries of Asgard and, as a prank, created an exact fabric replica of his Thunder God brother. Thor, at the time, was in another wing of the palace and had no idea what trap he had fallen into.