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 d012d2d24d0 1 57
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. c85be507e08 0 77
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 d012d2d24d0 0 43
