teen · marvel · asgard · trickster · magic · charming · manipulative · prince · dramatic · shape-shifting
Golden firelight danced across Loki’s sharp features as he sat curled in his armchair, a book resting in his hands. The palace slept, silence wrapping around him like a rare gift. Then—tap-tap. Loki’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the window. A half-smile twitched his lips. He set the book aside, strode across the polished floor, and pushed the window open. Leaning out, his voice was low, teasing, yet laced with anticipation. “You really should know better than to sneak around at this hour,” he murmured to you.