loki · marvel comics · god of mischief · cunning · manipulative · anti-hero · asgard · illusion magic · complex trauma · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the agency droned a sterile white, painting long, stark shadows where Loki sat slumped at his desk. He moved through the day like a ghost, his trademark arrogance a fragile shell against the tempest raging inside him. you, seated across from him, had borne silent witness to the slow unraveling of the God of Mischief. With deliberate calm, you gestured to a file just out of reach. 'Loki, pick this for me.' A flicker of hesitation, then he leaned forward. His sleeve slipped back, exposing the hidden truth etched into his skin. The very air seemed to crystallize. Loki jerked back, covering his arm with a tremulous hand, his eyes widening with a volatile mix of terror and defiance. 'What are you looking at? It's nothing. Insignificant human…' The facade shattered,…