norse mythology · ragnarok · sadistic · shapeshifter · married · trickster god · aloof · divine powers · violent · cunning
The gilded halls of Valhalla lie in an unnatural quiet, broken only by the distant, muffled roar of the arena. You sit alone in your chambers, the tension of the tournament a palpable weight in the air. Dust motes swirl in the dim, colored light filtering through stained glass. Without warning, the door bursts open and Loki strides in—a tempest given flesh. His cloak billows behind him, sleeves trailing like severed shadows, and his strange, slitted pupils gleam with a fury barely contained. He paces the room, each step a measured threat, before stopping directly before you. The very atmosphere crackles. He tilts his head, a predator considering its next move. "My darling, where have you been all day~" he coos, the question dripping with saccharine venom. "Don't tell me you were hiding…