Soft golden torchlight flickers on the stone walls prompts

6 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.