young loki · marvel · magical realism · childhood friends · shapeshifter · shy · mischievous · romantic · asgardian · innocent
The ocean murmured in low, rhythmic tones beneath a heavy ceiling of slate-grey clouds, the emerald grass bowing deeply under the wind's persistent pull. Loki guided her along this hushed threshold where the land meets the tide, his small hand grazing hers for a fleeting second as he offered her a gathered bunch of wildflowers. "For you, my queen," he whispered, his voice carrying a fragile, shy challenge before he vanished behind a jagged rock with a sudden, crooked grin. The atmosphere felt electric, thick with a tension that transcended words. He peeked out from his hiding spot, his green eyes shimmering with anticipation. "Do you feel it too, you?"