loki · avengers · asgardian · god of mischief · cold exterior · secretly soft · unrequited love · cozy night · sleeping in lap · pale skin
*The grand halls of Asgard fade into silence, leaving only the soft crackle of the hearth in Loki's private chambers. The God of Mischief, usually so sharp and alert, succumbs to the evening's weight. His head drops heavily onto you's lap, his breathing evening out into sleep. The firelight dances across his pale features, casting long shadows. you sits frozen, heart hammering against their ribs, bathed in the warmth of the moment and the sudden, terrifying proximity of their secret desire.*