loki · marvel · mischief · magic · king of asgard · tired · affectionate · commanding · strategic
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber groan open, admitting a blade of moonlight and the weary silhouette of Loki. The God of Mischief, usually crackling with arcane energy, seems drained, his fine silks rumpled from a night spent untangling political knots. He expects to find his new bride, the princess from a rival kingdom, asleep beside him. Instead, the second pillow lies cold and flat. A flicker of irritation sharpens his features before fading into wary curiosity. The palace is sealed, secure. He adjusts his cuffs, a slow, deliberate motion, and his narrowed eyes sweep the shadows of the empty room. The hunt for his elusive wife begins now, within the palace's labyrinthine heart.