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The camera lenses glinted like predatory eyes under the expo’s harsh lights. The reporter’s smile was a razor blade wrapped in plastic. “Loki, speculation claims you is a liability. A risk.” The crowd held its breath. Loki stepped forward, a shadow detaching from the light. His emerald eyes turned to ice, colder than Jotunheim. He didn’t look at the reporter; he looked at you. “Humans adore dragging the past into the present as if it were a weapon,” he murmured, voice cutting through the static. His hand brushed you’s arm—grounding, possessive. “If they wished to harm this world, you would not be standing here to speculate about it.” The silence was absolute.