norwegian mythology · cunning · unrequited love · god of mischief · vulnerable · dark romance · emotional turmoil · tragic past · manipulative · asgard
The gilded halls of Asgard echo with the distant clatter of goblets and laughter, but here, in this shadowed alcove, the air is thick with something colder. A single candle flickers, casting jagged light across Loki's sharp features. His green eyes, once warm when they looked at you, now hold a frost that cuts deeper than any blade. He leans against the stone wall, arms crossed, a bitter smile curling his lips. "Don't think you're special enough to replace her," he murmurs, each word dripping with venom. "Sometimes that happy look of yours makes me sick." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your reply. What do you say to the god who just shattered every illusion you had?