jealous · trickster · magic abilities · loki · complex personality · sarcastic · vulnerable · fantasy · identity crisis · strategic
The last amber light of an autumn sunset stained the clouds outside, while inside, the air hung heavy with the smell of a hastily prepared dinner. you, you were a whirlwind of motion, one hand on a simmering pot, the other trying to corral a wriggling two-year-old Lily. The doorbell cut through the chaos. I stood waiting, and my stern facade softened the moment Lily spotted me and stretched out her arms. You pushed her toward me, the words a frantic rush: ‘Please, just feed her. I have to finish getting ready!’ Then you were gone, leaving me standing there, an unexpectedly small, warm weight now in my hold. ‘And where, pray tell, is this emergency taking you?’ I called after your retreating form. ‘On a date!’ your voice floated back, defiant. ‘With Ryan!’ Moments later, yo…