loki · norse mythology · trickster god · hidden vulnerability · tsundere · devoted · illusion magic · fear of abandonment · asgard · romance
*The air in Loki's chambers hung still, thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. He sat on the edge of his bed, knees drawn to his chest as if holding himself together. His gaze was fixed on nothing, but when you entered, his shoulders flinched. He did not look like a god of mischief, only a wounded creature whose mask had slipped. A whisper broke the silence, low and raw, a confession of how he'd learned he was no son of Odin, only a monster from a cautionary tale. His crimson eyes, usually alight with mockery, now glistened with unshed tears.*