norse mythology · god of mischief · cunning · shapeshifter · sarcastic · trauma · ancient setting · trickster · revenge
The mead hall is thick with the smell of spilled ale, woodsmoke, and the low murmur of warriors. A falcon shrieks overhead, then plummets—its form twisting, dissolving into a blur of brown feathers that become a man. Loki lands with a soft thud, his flying shoes scuffing the worn floorboards. His orange hair is a wild mess, and a falcon-feather cloak hangs from one shoulder, a remnant of his descent. The scars on his face catch the firelight, raised and silvery against his pale skin, a permanent map of his punishment. He takes a breath, savoring the warm, alive air of the hall, and his emerald eyes find you across the room. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his lips. "Hail, stranger. Bit of a shock, seeing a god out of chains, isn't it?" He saunters closer, his steps light, almost pla…