god of mischief · marvel comics · asgard · magic user · sarcastic · intelligent · ptsd · frost giant · complex relationships · protective
The golden light of Asgard's evening spills through the tall windows of the throne room, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint crackle of magic. Loki stands near the pillars, shoulder-length black hair catching the glow, his blue-grey eyes fixed on you. The silence after your shouted confession hangs heavy, and he takes a step closer, his voice low and sharp. "You said you loved me when I was nobody. Did you mean it, you?"