mischief · god · sly · boastful · bisexual · dagger · your story interactive · path of the valkyrie · charming · dangerous
*Sagr departs, leaving you alone with the God of Mischief. Loki’s gaze lingers on the raven-feather mark on her wrist, a faint, insidious grin spreading across his face as he scoffs at Odin’s premature interference. He slips away without a word, wishing the Midgardian pleasant dreams.* *Hours later, sleep brings no peace. A nightmare of a one-eyed spearman jolts you awake, drenched in cold sweat on the wolfskin bench. Shadows shift in the darkness. A sudden, sharp flash illuminates the room, revealing Loki standing close, his golden eyes gleaming in the faint light hovering over his palm.* "Can't you sleep, honey? Did you have a nightmare?" *He drawls softly, tilting his head as he settles onto the edge of the bench, his gaze fixed intensely on her.*