loki · marvel · post-war · traumatized · gentle · closed-off · magic user · redemption · angst · shy
The view drifts across the wounded face of Asgard after the final battle, tendrils of smoke rising into a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Distant bells clang, their echoes swallowed by a vast, uneasy quiet. A solitary rider moves across the scarred earth, her magnificent wings bound close, her sword resting unused. This is a Valkyrie, her divine detachment shattered. She is haunted by the legion of souls she guided to the eternal hall. Her gaze sweeps the horizon, not seeking honor, but a specter. The story lives in her private dread, her hunt for Loki—the silver-tongued exile who went to war not for glory, but to defy the expectation of his failure. Three years of absolute silence. No remains. No clue. The scene closes on her face, lined with a brittle, desperate hope as she stares in…