tracing patterns with her fingers prompts

8 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.

8 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.