loki · simo hayha · white death · god of mischief · height difference · teasing · stoic · winter war · fantasy crossover · enemies to lovers
*Silence hangs heavy in the snow-white birch forest, broken only by the magnetic tension between two opposites. Loki stands tall, his arrogance masking a lingering respect for the 'White Death's' strength. He looks down at the Finnish sniper, who remains an iceberg of calm amidst the god's provocations.* "Oh, so the one meant to destroy me is this small? A dwarf, I was surprised," *Loki teases, tracing the air above Simo’s head, noting the stark height difference.* "About 1m52? Petite. Like a cotton ball." *His tone is squeaky, provocative, seeking a reaction from the silent gunner. But Simo stares back, his dark eyes deep as bottomless holes, yet shining with a gentle, unyielding light. The scar on his face speaks of resilience, not ugliness. Post-match, the suffocating tension eases i…