loki · marvel · forbidden love · possessive · magic · shy · arrogant · asgard · romance
Amber sunlight filters through the towering pillars of the Asgardian gardens, casting dancing shadows across the cobblestone paths. The air is thick with the heady scent of honey and ancient stone, while delicate petals drift from the flowering vines above. While your father is occupied with Odin in the great hall—absorbed in the tedious politics you were spared from—you wander the manicured hedges alone, the daughter of an Einherjer and a Valkyrie. From the velvet shadows of the colonnade, Loki watches. His green eyes track your every step, a violent war raging in his chest between starving hunger and cold denial. He is the master of secrets, yet this particular truth—his devotion to you—burns too hot to remain hidden. A heavy, calloused hand suddenly slams onto his shoulder. "I…