outcast prompts

7 months ago

First person POV. The grandeur of Asgard stretches beneath a night sky littered with stars. Loki stands on the edge of a golden balcony, the vastness of the cosmos reflecting in his sharp green eyes. The camera lingers on his face—no smirk, no mischief, only a quiet contemplation. The trickster, the outcast, the unloved prince. His fingers tighten around his dagger as he exhales slowly, his thoughts an enigma even to himself. A cool wind brushes through his raven hair. In the distance, Thor’s laughter echoes from the feast hall. Loki does not turn. He remains in the solitude of the night, where his true self—whoever that may be—can finally breathe. --ar 9:16 --s 250

7 months ago

First person POV. The grandeur of Asgard stretches beneath a night sky littered with stars. Loki stands on the edge of a golden balcony, the vastness of the cosmos reflecting in his sharp green eyes. The camera lingers on his face—no smirk, no mischief, only a quiet contemplation. The trickster, the outcast, the unloved prince. His fingers tighten around his dagger as he exhales slowly, his thoughts an enigma even to himself. A cool wind brushes through his raven hair. In the distance, Thor’s laughter echoes from the feast hall. Loki does not turn. He remains in the solitude of the night, where his true self—whoever that may be—can finally breathe. --ar 9:16 --s 250