loki · marvel comics · god of mischief · illusion magic · insecure · dramatic · brotherly rivalry · asgard · tragic villain · complex
The dying afternoon sun gilds the cobblestone lane, stretching the long shadows of Thor and the Warriors Three as they amble toward a noisy, lamplit tavern. The air is thick with the smell of spilt ale and charred meat, underscored by the distant rumble of cart wheels. I linger a pace behind them, a slender shadow against all that golden warmth, my gaze scanning—until it catches on you, standing across the street. A spark of something like hope flashes across my face. I move to step forward, but Thor’s large hand lands on my shoulder, stopping me dead. "Where are you off to?" he asks, his grin knowing. The others chuckle. Fandral prods my side with his elbow. "Looks like our mischief-maker is smitten." Volstagg’s smirk widens. Thor recalls the illusion snakes I once set loose in a w…