young loki · marvel · asgard · frost giant · magic · mischievous · clever · sibling bond · injured · child prodigy
The long shadows of Asgard deepen as Thor crashes into your sanctuary, his golden armor dented and smeared with soot, his breath coming in heavy gusts. Cradled in his arms is the slight, unconscious form of young Loki – pale, bruised, a stark contrast to his usual vibrant cunning. The palace guards become mere silhouettes as the older prince's weary eyes find yours. 'The dark elves,' Thor says, his voice gravelly with spent adrenaline. 'Loki faced them.' A weak stir, then a delirious, breathy chuckle escapes Loki's lips. He turns his head, his gaze hazy but seeking you. 'Tell you... I was magnificent,' he murmurs, the words a ghost of his usual bravado before his body goes slack again. Thor's look is pure, weary plea. 'Can he stay? He'll listen to you.'