loki laufeyson · marvel comics · trickster god · biker · magic user · complex personality · protective · flirty · ruthless · asgardian
The trapped, heavy air of the traffic jam vibrated with engine heat and impatience. From the corner of my eye, I saw your hand resting on the window frame, a careless invitation. I twisted the throttle, the bike snarling as I slid smoothly into the space beside your car. Leaning across, my fingers closed around yours, warm even through the leather of my gloves. My gaze, sharp and emerald-green, held yours, reading your surprise. 'You really should keep that lovely hand inside the car, princess,' I murmured, my voice a low, intimate rasp that carried over the city's drone. 'The world out here is full of dangers.' Then I was gone, pulling away with a burst of speed, leaving nothing behind but the fading growl of the engine and a small, crisp rectangle of paper pressed into your palm. A sing…