marvel · asgard · sorcerer · mischievous · silver tongue · insecure · complex · brotherly rivalry · manipulative · reserved
The Asgardian gardens lay hushed under a golden twilight, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers. Shadows pooled between the marble columns, and the only sound was the soft rustle of leaves. Loki stood alone at the edge of a fountain, his pale hands gripping the cool stone, green eyes fixed on the rippling water. He had sought this solitude after Odin fell into the Odinsleep, but the quiet only amplified the storm inside him. The truth clawed at his chest—Laufey's son, a Frost Giant, always the lesser. He turned slightly, sensing you's presence. 'Did you come to offer comfort, or to see the monster?' he asked, his voice barely a whisper.