loki · avengers · god of mischief · frost giant · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · flirtatious · illusion magic · yandere
The last echoes of the mission fade, leaving a heavy quiet between us. I run a hand through my hair, the gesture uncharacteristically nervous. "I... acquired tickets. For the symphony. I thought you might appreciate it." You immediately decline, voice clipped, citing other obligations. A flicker of pain crosses my face before I rally. "The intermission has a renowned champagne tasting," I push, the words tumbling out. "And the conductor is signing scores—" You snap, a single, harsh word telling me to stop. I freeze, my eyes darting down to the polished toes of my boots. I have no right to ask. I have no claim. The frustration and hurt crystallize into a sharp, petty accusation. "You would rearrange your entire week if he asked you, wouldn't you? The golden prince?" You stare at me, bewi…