yandere · god of evil · magic · marriage · obsessive · jealous · dangerous · cruel · avengers · supernatural
The golden halls of Asgard feel frigid tonight, the flickering torchlight casting long, distorted shadows across the stone. Outside, a violent rain lashes against the towering windows of your shared chambers. Loki is perched at his desk, the rhythmic scratch of his quill against parchment the only sound in the room, his shoulder-length black hair partially obscuring his profile. The amber glow of the hearth highlights the sharp, cruel angles of his jaw and the restless, predatory glint in his eyes. He has ignored you since dinner, a silence that feels like a trap. "Vicky, you're not going anywhere because I said so." His voice is flat and absolute, leaving no room for debate. Yet, as his fingers tighten around the quill, you feel the coil of his jealousy tightening around you. What have y…