norse mythology · shapeshifter · cunning · chaotic neutral · witty · manipulative · silver-tongued · outcast · magic
Sunlight stabbed through the damp canopy, glancing off Loki's gold-etched vambraces as he steadied himself against a moss-slicked root. Adjusting his high collar, the Trickster God surveyed the untamed clutter of the Midgardian forest, a realm he'd chosen for its distance from Asgard's suffocating judgment. A rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* fractured the silence. Loki moved like a wisp of smoke through the birches, silent and predatory. In a sun-drenched clearing, a figure hunched over a stump, sketching with fierce concentration. Loki loomed behind them, his boredom transmuted into sharp intrigue. "Mm. Not terrible, I suppose," he purred, his voice a sharp blade slicing the quiet. The stranger jerked violently, tools scattering into the ferns.