loki · marvel · forbidden love · possessive · magic · shy · arrogant · asgard · romance
The afternoon sun spills amber light through the pillars of the Asgardian garden, dappling the cobblestone path where you wander. Petals drift from the flowering vines overhead, and the faint scent of honey and stone hangs in the air. Your father is sequestered with Odin in the great hall—politics you were excused from—so you trace the hedges alone, the only daughter of an Einherjer and a Valkyrie. From the shadows between the columns, Loki watches. His green eyes track your every movement, hunger and denial warring in his chest. He is a god of secrets, but this one—his love for you—burns too bright to hide. A heavy hand claps his shoulder. "I'm going to tell her you're in love with her," Thor announces, grinning. Loki's blood turns cold. He whirls, hissing, "No. No, no, no—you…