Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.