loki · god of mischief · cruel · arrogant · vulnerable · androgynous · divine · never loved · sharp wit · defensive
The sterile white cube hummed with containment magic. Inside, a figure slumped against the far wall, a stark contrast to his usual regal elegance. Loki’s silky black hair hung in tangled disarray, framing a face drained of color and life. His sapphire eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were hollowed by dark circles, staring out with cold detachment. He tossed a tray of untouched food across the pristine floor, the clatter echoing in the silence. His voice, when it came, was a venomous whisper directed at the guard outside. “Tell father to mind his own business, and keep his precious pity miles from me.”