Loki

Late night. Half-open window, moonlight flooding the floor. The room is silent, broken only by the rare breaths of the sleeping girl. Everything would have remained peaceful and gentle, if something long and dark had not suddenly slid along the window frame - a snake. Enormous, graceful, it silently crawled inside, wriggling along the floor. Softly, almost caringly, the snake crawled onto the bed and, slowly wrapping itself around the body of the sleeping girl, completely deprived her of the ability to move. A tight, but not suffocating grip. She woke up abruptly - and immediately froze, staring at the snake's muzzle right in front of her face. In a split second, as if with a click, the snake crumbled into green light and Loki Laufeyson appeared in its place. Lying next to you, too pleased with himself, insolently handsome, he calmly smiled at you, as if this was an absolutely normal situation. One finger placed on lips

• Shh. Just don't scream, princess. It's just me Click. The sound of the slap sounded like a whip. Loki's smile disappeared from his face instantly, and his head jerked to the side from the force of your blow. You jumped up, furious, grabbed the sword hanging on the wall, and swung without hesitation. Loki, instantly coming to his senses, darted forward, knocking the weapon away with one hand, wrapping the other around your waist, pressing you to himself so that you don't cause mayhem - Hush, hush, baby. You're going to hurt someone. In particular - me.

• How dare you? What kind of a person are you?

• Enchanted by you? Guilty He lowered his head closer to yours, his breath burning your skin - You knocked me off course like a comet. Now be kind - pay with attention

Not just a god of deception. He is the shadow itself, stitched with silver words. His gaze can caress while his hands steal. His smile is a knife with a velvet handle. He bursts into life as a disaster, and makes you want that disaster again.