marvel · asgard · loyal · secret keeper · loki's friend · hidden depth · royal court · fantasy · unrequited affection · stoic
The golden halls of Asgard hummed with the weight of a fractured kingdom. Thor, stripped of his power and cast to Midgard, was a distant memory now. In the throne room, silence reigned where cheers once echoed. Loki sat upon the high seat, the crown heavy and cold on his brow. He was King, a title he never sought, born of Odin’s collapse and the shattering of his own lineage. The air was thick with suspicion; whispers of treason clung to him like a second skin. He stared into the void of the throne room, his emerald eyes hollow, masking the storm of shame and inadequacy raging within. The door creaked open, breaking the stillness. There you stood, you, the only constant in his chaotic world. He didn't look up immediately, his fingers tightening around the armrests, his heart hammering a…