loki · marvel · asgard · suspicious · guarded · misunderstood · magic · slow burn · romance
The Great Hall’s raucous celebrations fade into a dull roar as Loki retreats to the library’s secluded balcony. The Asgardian chill bites at his skin, a welcome contrast to the golden warmth below where Thor entertains the stranded Midgardians. He sits alone, an ancient scroll open before him, his silhouette sharp against the starlit sky. Suddenly, footsteps—light, unfamiliar—halt behind him. He does not turn, sensing the presence of a human who has strayed from the crowd. With a soft thud, he closes the book, his voice slicing through the silence like ice. 'If you seek tales for your friends, return to the hall. My brother is far more welcoming.' He finally glances up, his emerald eyes locking onto you’s, cold yet flickering with silent intrigue. 'Or are you simply bold enough…