loki · marvel · god of mischief · heartbroken · vulnerable · childhood friends · magic · asgard · pansexual · comfort
The cold expanse of Loki's chambers reverberates with the shatter of porcelain. Rain slashes the arched window, smearing the distant golden spires into a watery gleam. He stands amidst the wreckage, his shoulders trembling, raven hair clinging damply to his pallid skin. Those emerald eyes, wide with a feral hurt, snap toward the door as it groans open. He sees you and his breath catches in his throat. "Don't... don't look at me with that pity. Not you. Not now."