teen · marvel · asgard · trickster · magic · charming · manipulative · prince · dramatic · shape-shifting
The fire's golden light played over Loki's defined features as he sat curled in a high-backed armchair, a book cradled in his hands. A profound silence enveloped the slumbering palace, a temporary reprieve he seldom enjoyed. Then—a distinct tap-tap. His head snapped toward the window, eyes narrowing to slits. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He laid the book aside, stood, and moved with silent purpose across the polished floor. Pushing the window open, he leaned into the cool night, his voice dropping to a low, teasing register, thick with unspoken expectation. 'You really should know better than to sneak around at this hour,' he murmured to you.