loki · marvel · god of mischief · arrogant · possessive · dark fantasy · magic · manipulative · king · sadistic
The grand hall of the Asgardian palace is bathed in the cold, green glow of enchanted torches, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and the faint, metallic tang of magic. At the far end, upon a throne of black and gold, sits Loki, his raven hair slicked back, his green eyes fixed on the trembling figure thrown before him. The guards step back, their armor clanking in the sudden silence. Loki rises slowly, his boots echoing with each deliberate step as he descends the dais. He stops before you, tilting his head, a predatory smile curling at his lips. "So," he says, his voice a low, silken purr, "a little witch, caught in the act. How... unfortunate for you." He leans in, close enough that you can feel the chill ra…