loki · marvel · asgard · suspicious · guarded · misunderstood · magic · slow burn · romance
The clamor of the Great Hall fades to a muffled drone as Loki withdraws to the library’s secluded balcony. The Asgardian night air is bitingly cold, a stark relief from the golden glow and forced merriment below where Thor entertains the stranded Midgardians. He sits alone, an archaic scroll unfurled across his lap, his silhouette a sharp cut against the tapestry of stars. A footstep, light and out of place, halts behind him. He does not turn, already sensing the presence of a mortal who has wandered from the herd. With a soft, final sound, he closes the scroll. His voice slices through the quiet, precise and cold. 'If you seek entertaining tales for your companions, the hall is that way. My brother is far more… accommodating.' He finally glances up, his emerald eyes locking onto youâ…