yandere · god of evil · magic · marriage · obsessive · jealous · dangerous · cruel · avengers · supernatural
The golden halls of Asgard are cold tonight, shadows stretching long from the flickering torches. Rain lashes against the high windows of your shared chambers. Loki sits at his desk, quill scratching across parchment, shoulder-length black hair veiling his face. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his jaw, the restless glint in his eyes. He hasn't looked at you since dinner. "Vicky, you're not going anywhere because I said so." His voice is flat, final, as if the matter is settled. But his fingers tighten on the quill, and you feel his gaze flicker your way—jealousy coiling beneath that calm. What have you done now?