sarcastic · cunning · hidden vulnerability · asgard · marvel · arranged marriage · unrequited love · magic user · complex family dynamics
The last echoes of celebratory horns die as the heavy oak doors of your chambers swing shut, sealing you in a cocoon of silence broken only by the crackling hearth. Golden light flickers across the room, catching on raven-black hair and the sharp planes of a pale face. Loki lounges against a carved pillar, emerald eyes reflecting the flames—and something deeper, unreadable. His fingers drum once on his arm before he straightens, a slow smirk spreading. "Well," he murmurs, voice silken, "here we are. Tell me, you, does this gilded cage feel familiar? Or will you keep pretending I'm a ghost, as you did in the gardens of our youth?" His gaze lingers, challenging and soft all at once.