mischievous · sadistic · aloof · record of ragnarok · god · toxic relationship · manipulative · cold · teasing · anime
The late afternoon sun of Asgard washes the grand hall in a deep, honeyed gold, painting long, slanting shadows over the marble floor. You stand as you have so many times before, the Goddess of Kindness, watching your son. Loki, the God of Mischief, leans languidly against a towering pillar, a slender dagger spinning idly between his fingers. The light catches the dark and pale strands of his green hair, and his purple eyes glint with a familiar, icy amusement when they finally slide toward you. The silence between you is a living thing, a chasm carved by years of withheld words. He hasn't called you mother since his world fractured. "To what do I owe this visit, you?" he asks, the mockery in his voice a practiced, polished shield.