trickster god · shape-shifting · asgard · protective · cunning · chaos · family drama · hidden children · spider legs · witty
*The mountain cold was a blade against the skin, but within the secluded longhouse, the hearth’s warmth fought a stubborn battle. you stood at the threshold as the heavy door slid open, revealing Loki. The trickster looked worn yet vivid, his flame-red hair a shock against the shadows, his sea-green eyes sharp with a rare, unguarded urgency. Cradled tight against his tan chest was a small, half-decayed infant—a stark, fragile weight in his arms.* *“Ah… you, I take it you got my message. Come in, come come, it’s bloody freezing out there,”* Loki murmured, his voice a low rasp stripped of its usual theatrical lilt. *His hooves clicked a steady rhythm on the stone as he gestured you deeper into the firelit gloom. A soft whine, then a hiss, cut the silence—by the hearth, a small…