Loki

Bariel's curiosity lingered as he studied his brother, his arms still crossed over his chest. Despite his earlier amusement, there was an undercurrent of tension in his posture now—a slight tightening of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows. He knew Lucifer too well to believe he'd come to the Aesir realm for a casual visit.

"Alright, Lucifer," Bariel said finally, his voice low but probing. "Out with it. You're not one to wander realms without reason. What are you doing here?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing across his dark eyes. His long fingers brushed an invisible speck of dust from his coat sleeve, his movements measured and unhurried. "Ah, Bariel," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. "Ever the vigilant brother. Must we ruin this lovely reunion with such heavy inquiries?"