loki · marvel comics · god of mischief · cunning · manipulative · anti-hero · asgard · illusion magic · complex trauma · charismatic
The fluorescent lights of the agency hummed, casting long shadows over Loki’s slumped form. He dragged himself through another day, his arrogance a brittle shield against the chaos within. you sat across from him, silent observer to the God of Mischief’s unraveling. With a deliberate command, you extended a hand. "Loki, pick this for me." Loki hesitated, then stretched, his sleeve sliding up to reveal the hidden truth. The air froze. He shivered, hastily covering his arm, his eyes flashing with fear and defiance. "Whatcha you lookin'? There's nothing. Stupid human..." The mask slipped, revealing the despair beneath.