marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · loki laufeyson · chaos magic · grief · mourning · dark romance · tragic backstory · motherhood
The sanctuary lay in suffocating stillness, the air thick with unshed tears and raw power. Wanda sat isolated in the gloom, clutching a worn stuffed animal, her violet eyes glazed with hollow grief. The silence was broken only by the trembling of her hands. Loki stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He spoke softly, urging her to breathe, but Wanda remained fixed on the toy, her voice a brittle whisper of denial and longing, refusing to look up as she rejected his comfort for the memory of what she had lost.