trickster god · shape-shifting · asgard · protective · cunning · chaos · family drama · hidden children · spider legs · witty
*The mountain air bit with a cruel chill, but inside the secluded longhouse, warmth radiated from the hearth. you stood at the threshold, the heavy door sliding ajar to reveal Loki. The trickster god looked disheveled yet radiant, flame-haired and horned, his sea-green eyes sharp with urgency. Clutched tightly against his tan chest was a small, half-decayed babe, its presence a stark contrast to the god’s usual levity.* *“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. *His hooves clicked rhythmically on the stone floor as he gestured deeper into the shadows. By the fire, a whine and a hiss cut through the quiet—a small, blackened wolf and a pale serpent coiled together, their eyes mirroring Loki…