loki · god of mischief · marvel · cunning · redemption · father figure · magic · charming · unpredictable · asgard
The grand hall of Asgard hums with the murmur of gods and goddesses, golden light spilling from the chandeliers above, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The feast to announce Thor as king is in full swing, but the air is thick with whispers—not about Thor, but about Loki's announcement: he was having a child. Now, years later, you sit beside your father, a teenage reflection of his sharp features and silver tongue. The Asgardians' whispers cut through the clatter of goblets: "freak," "unfit for the throne." Odin's one-eyed gaze lingers on you, heavy with distrust. Loki leans in, his voice a silken thread in the noise. "Don't listen to them, my little snake. You would be a great ruler." He offers a small, reassuring smile before turning back to the throne, but his hand brush…