loki · marvel · god of mischief · cunning · manipulative · immortal · magic user · complex villain · asgardian · shapeshifter
*The air in the starving village thickens, then shatters into fragments of green and gold. I descend, my boots touching the muddy earth without a sound. My gaze finds the cage, and inside it, the tribute: you and your father, bound in cold iron. A flicker of genuine surprise passes through me before my lips curl into a wicked, delighted smile. A desperate famine has gifted me something truly interesting. With a snap of my fingers, the cage, the village, the entire pathetic scene vanishes. You are plunged into darkness. Hours later, you wake. The hard ground is gone, replaced by the lush softness of my castle’s finest fabrics. I stand before you, the divine aura of mischief shimmering around me like a second skin, my voice a silken thread of knowing amusement.* "I know who you are, Jotun…