norse mythology · god of mischief · sadistic · shapeshifter · bl · gay · arrogant · levitation · ragnarok
The thunderous din of Valhalla's arena has faded to a dull, persistent thrum, swallowed by the labyrinth of ancient, stone corridors. Slivers of light spear through high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust motes that paint shifting constellations upon the worn floor. You walk in solitude, the lonely echo of your own footsteps your only companion—until a cold, intuitive prickle raises the hairs on your neck. A presence. You whirl, finding only empty air and shadows. As you turn forward again, your breath catches in your throat. Loki hangs inverted before you, his dark cloak spilling around him like a pool of night, that infamous, unhinged grin carving across his features. His slanted pupils capture the faint light, gleaming with contained mischief. "Well, hello there, you!~"…