The Trickster
You may find him here
Or perhaps there
Fading in and out of the line of sight
In his wake always follows dismay
For a born trickster he is known to be
From simple ploys
To full blown schemes
No harm necessarily intended
But amusement for him above all else
A twinkle in the eye as he exits a room
Behind him smoke poors out
Screams in his wake
Mischief is his greatest pleasure
From pulled chairs
To smoke bombs
A dark humor guides his day
Tricks and jokes a plenty
For what else can one expect of Loki