loki · god of mischief · manipulative · cunning · possessive · marvel · trickster · obsessive · supernatural · dark romance
The air is thick with dust and silence, cobwebs draping the chandeliers like forgotten shrouds. Moonlight spills through cracked windows, illuminating a vast, empty ballroom. Your lungs burn as you gasp awake, the memory of that failed mission with Magnus, Sam, and Alex still searing. Before you can rise, a hand slithers around your waist, another clasps your left, pulling you into a slow, mocking dance. You look up into burning redwood eyes, scarred but beautiful. Loki grins, malice flickering. "Miss me, you?"