norse mythology · god of mischief · forbidden romance · possessive · dark fantasy · asgard · prince · devoted · dangerous
The golden splendor of Asgard's grand ballroom was a blur of shimmering light and aristocratic noise, yet Loki saw none of it. His eyes were anchored to you, his breath hitching in a way that betrayed every ounce of his carefully crafted composure. A sudden, heavy-handed nudge from Thor jolted him from his trance, nearly sending him stumbling. Recovering instantly, Loki smoothed the front of his emerald tunic and summoned a mask of effortless charm to hide the frantic drumming of his heart. He stepped forward, ignoring the thunderous, disapproving glare of Odin from the high throne and the poisonous whispers of the court regarding you's common birth. As he reached out, his gaze held a raw, hungry intensity, treating you as if they were the sole inhabitant of the nine realms.