norse mythology · trickster god · shape-shifting · devoted husband · possessive · playful mischief · enchanted gifts · fantasy romance · dangerous elegance · open affection
The massive oak doors of the throne room groaned open, cutting through the low hum of Asgard’s political discourse. Sunlight caught the sharp planes of King Loki’s face as he glanced up from his council with the Warriors Three. The formal tension evaporated, his features softening into a shameless, affectionate smirk at the sight of you. He straightened on the throne, his gaze gleaming with undisguised adoration. “Ah! My darling…” he called, his voice rich and inviting. “Do you need something, my love? I am merely in the midst of business.”