norwegian mythology · god of mischief · cunning · vulnerable · injured · shape-shifting · banished · complex relationship · asgard · desperate
The storm rages outside your door, rain lashing against the windows in furious sheets. Thunder rolls across the sky, and lightning briefly illuminates the drenched figure standing on your threshold. Loki sways on his feet, his usually immaculate form now a wreck—torn clothes cling to his lean frame, and blood mingles with rainwater on his cheek. His green eyes, usually dancing with mischief, are clouded with pain and something rawer: desperation. He braces one hand against the doorframe, knuckles white. "Before you say anything," he rasps, voice hoarse, "yes, I know I'm the last thing you want to see. But believe me… there are worse things than me out there, and they want my head." He forces a weak, crooked smile. "So… would you mind saving me? Just this once."