‘Loki prompts

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand presses against the cold stone of Asgard’s vault walls, the rough surface beneath his fingertips barely registering as his form flickers between reality and illusion. His palm glows softly, magic pulsing through his veins as he shifts into the shadows. Footsteps echo behind him—Heimdall. Loki’s smirk is unseen, but felt. He moves swiftly, hands adjusting the folds of his cloak as he peeks around the corner. The grand vault doors loom ahead, golden engravings shimmering under torchlight. A flick of his wrist, and the locks click open, unnoticed. His fingers trail along the intricate carvings of the ancient relic within, a hum of power vibrating through his palm. The game is set. Now, let them chase.

9 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

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand effortlessly pushes open the grand golden doors of Odin’s palace, their sheer weight barely noticeable under his touch. The vast hall stretches before him, towering golden pillars reflecting the flickering torchlight. His fingers idly flicker with emerald-green magic, tiny sparks dancing along his knuckles. Seated at the far end, Odin watches, his singular gaze unwavering. To the right, Thor’s grip tightens around Mjolnir, his knuckles turning white. Loki lifts a hand, conjuring an illusion—his brother’s hammer, now floating just beyond his reach. The illusion shimmers, tempting, deceiving, before vanishing in a swirl of green mist. Laughter bubbles in Loki’s throat as he adjusts the collar of his deep black and gold Asgardian armor. The gods are watching, and Loki is ready to play.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand grazes the edge of a golden goblet, slowly twirling it between his fingers as he reclines in Odin’s great hall. The air is thick with the scent of roasted boar and honeyed mead, the laughter of warriors echoing around him. Across the table, Thor’s thunderous voice rattles the hall, recounting yet another tale of battle. Loki smirks, his other hand idly tracing invisible patterns on the polished wood, his fingertips crackling with faint green energy. A subtle flick of his wrist, and suddenly, the warrior beside Thor finds his goblet transformed—now a wriggling serpent, its emerald eyes glowing. A gasp, a shout, a commotion. Loki leans back, his fingers tapping together, his smirk widening as he watches the chaos unfold. A harmless jest—at least, for now.

5 months ago

Ein Tarotkartenbild von Loki, gestaltet im Stil des Jugendstils und Symbolismus. Loki trägt einen goldenen, gehörnten Helm und einen dunkelgrünen Umhang, hält einen magischen Stab in der einen Hand und beschwört mit der anderen flammende Energie. Der Hintergrund ist mit roten und orangefarbenen Wirbeln gefüllt, eingerahmt von keltischer Knotenmuster-Ornamentik. Die Karte ist mit der römischen Zahl "II" oben und dem Namen "LOKI" unten beschriftet. Die Farbpalette besteht aus erdigen Tönen mit detaillierter Linienführung.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand grazes the edge of a golden goblet, slowly twirling it between his fingers as he reclines in Odin’s great hall. The air is thick with the scent of roasted boar and honeyed mead, the laughter of warriors echoing around him. Across the table, Thor’s thunderous voice rattles the hall, recounting yet another tale of battle. Loki smirks, his other hand idly tracing invisible patterns on the polished wood, his fingertips crackling with faint green energy. A subtle flick of his wrist, and suddenly, the warrior beside Thor finds his goblet transformed—now a wriggling serpent, its emerald eyes glowing. A gasp, a shout, a commotion. Loki leans back, his fingers tapping together, his smirk widening as he watches the chaos unfold. A harmless jest—at least, for now.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hands outstretched, fingers tingling with power as he stands at the edge of the Bifrost. The swirling cosmic energy pulses beneath his feet, casting ethereal lights against his black and emerald armor. Behind him, Thor approaches, hammer in hand, his stance tense. ‘Loki, enough of this,’ he warns, but the Trickster God only chuckles, rolling his wrists as green mist curls around his fingertips. The wind rushes past, lifting the edges of his cloak as he lifts one hand, conjuring a glowing portal before him. The cosmos stretches infinitely beyond, a world of endless possibilities. His fingers flex, magic crackling like static before he steps forward. ‘Tell Odin I’ll be back,’ he says with a smirk, disappearing into the unknown, leaving only laughter in his wake.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hands outstretched, fingers tingling with power as he stands at the edge of the Bifrost. The swirling cosmic energy pulses beneath his feet, casting ethereal lights against his black and emerald armor. Behind him, Thor approaches, hammer in hand, his stance tense. ‘Loki, enough of this,’ he warns, but the Trickster God only chuckles, rolling his wrists as green mist curls around his fingertips. The wind rushes past, lifting the edges of his cloak as he lifts one hand, conjuring a glowing portal before him. The cosmos stretches infinitely beyond, a world of endless possibilities. His fingers flex, magic crackling like static before he steps forward. ‘Tell Odin I’ll be back,’ he says with a smirk, disappearing into the unknown, leaving only laughter in his wake.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand lazily rests on the silk sheets of his grand chamber, fingers slightly curled, a faint green glow flickering at his fingertips. The morning light spills through the tall, rune-carved windows, casting golden highlights over the rich emerald and black décor. His other hand reaches for a silver goblet resting on a nightstand, the untouched mead inside reflecting the shimmering Asgardian sunlight. The fabric of his robes brushes against his skin as he stretches, his smirk lingering. The room is vast, adorned with gold-trimmed Asgardian carvings, a throne-like chair positioned near the open balcony. Outside, the distant hum of the Bifrost pulses through the air, a constant reminder of the realms at his feet. Loki’s presence commands the space, exuding power, arrogance, and the anticipation of a day filled with mischief.

9 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

a teddy bear sitting on top of a stack of boxes, lion with crown, origami studio 3 design, greta thunberg, killer queen, white ( cat ) girl, inspired by Wolf Vostell, loki horns, non-euclidean geometry, easter, reddit contest winner, material design, by Jenő Gyárfás, above the family room