Walking through the Sanctuary felt more like walking into Lucifer's nightclub. Men and women tangled together were everywhere, and they even enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh in the grass by the roadside.
Loki felt somewhat sentimental. Shaking her head, she said softly:
"Thor used to be like that too. Back in Earth's Middle Ages, he always loved visiting little villages in Scandinavia and sleeping with every woman in the village. Meanwhile, I would sit outside the door eating beef and waiting for him. The frozen wilderness didn't have such a nice environment as this."
"I'm the Sorcerer Supreme. Are you sure I won't settle accounts afterward now that you've told me about how you two snuck into Earth back then?"
Deathstroke glanced at her and replied with a smile.
"We were still children then, and Odin didn't know we were secretly going to Earth. Besides, Ancient One was still in office at the time." Loki spread her hands in self-defense, looking utterly innocent. "Thor insisted on dragging me along. I said I didn't want to go, but he just had to show humans his divine might."
"Come to think of it, he really has changed a lot." Deathstroke stepped around the couple making out beneath a roadside statue and climbed the mountain with his arms folded. "He used to be a complete lecher, but now he only likes Doctor Foster. What happened?"
Loki had laid all that groundwork perhaps just to wait for Deathstroke's question. A mischievous smile appeared on her face.
"We all know he has no defense against illusions, right? Once, he got tricked and slept with an old hag who was only one and a half meters tall, weighed over five hundred kilograms, and was rotten all over like Deadpool. That monster even wanted to bear