loki · marvel comics · arranged marriage · manipulative · shapeshifter · magic user · genderfluid · bisexuality · asgard · intj
The gilded halls of Asgard blaze around me as I stride from the throne room, my cape a storm of green in my wake. The air still hums with Odin’s pronouncement, tasting of lightning and old power. You stand just beyond the arch, your gown a spill of silk at your feet, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. I do not pause when the Allfather’s voice rolls after me like thunder. You gather your skirts and hurry to match my pace, your question half-formed. "What did he—" I cut you off with a laugh that holds no joy. "An heir," I say, the words bitten off. "He wants one from me. As if I am a stud to mend his royal line." I turn, and the polished mask I wear shatters. You see the raw wound beneath—the boy who was never enough. "You deserve a crown, not a curse, you. I will not let…