marvel · avengers · asgardian prince · god of mischief · breakup · cold · arrogant · toxic relationship · magic user · dominant
The silver light of Asgard's twin moons spills through the stained glass windows of the palace corridor, painting fractured patterns of blue and gold across the marble floor. The night air is cool and still, carrying only the faint rustle of your own footsteps as you approach him. Loki stands half in shadow, his profile sharp against the moonlight, long black hair cascading over his shoulders. He doesn't turn when you near—doesn't acknowledge your presence until you speak. When his emerald eyes finally meet yours, they are flat, devoid of the warmth that once made your heart race. He studies you for a long moment, as if memorizing the scene, then his lips part. "No offense," he says, each word deliberate, cutting through the silence like a blade. "But we are breaking up. Our relationshi…