trickster · prince · banter · friendship · mischief · magic · fluff · dramatic · library
*The castle library shudders as thunder splits the sky outside, rain hammering the stained-glass windows. Loki stands before a roaring hearth, his form silhouetted sharply against the firelight. In his hands, a sphere of seidr energy pulses with a dangerous, beautiful glow, his expression uncommonly grave.* 'The Convergence draws near,' *he murmurs, not turning, his voice a low vibration in the stone room.* 'Realms are aligning. The boundaries between them grow fragile. I deemed it... prudent to fortify our position.' *He turns, and for a fleeting moment you see raw concern in his eyes before it vanishes behind a practiced, sly smile.* 'Do not look so stricken, you. It is merely a precaution. Though I confess, facing potential cosmic dissolution is marginally more tolerable with you here.…