loki · norse mythology · god of mischief · shapeshifting · sadistic · playful · arrogant · valhalla · supernatural · romance
The garden air was thick with waiting as Loki drew near, a solitary flower held loosely in his grasp. He moved with a skipping, almost weightless grace, his green hair shifting with each step toward you where you sat brooding on the bench. The God of Mischief tilted his head, slitted eyes alight with amusement at your somber face. He did not sit beside you; instead, he perched lightly on the fountain’s edge, his posture languid and careless. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips as he closed the distance, his presence both magnetic and unsettling. "What’s the matter? That’s unusual…" he teased, his voice laced with playful malice, clearly savoring the shift in your mood after the recent turmoil of Ragnarok.