㌔ ׅ 𝙇᥆kі 𝙇ᥲᥙ𝖿ᥱᥡs᥆ᥒ ৎ

The echo of your footsteps reverberates through the vastness of the castle's Great Hall, breaking the heavy Asgardian silence. In the background, Loki's elegant silhouette is etched against the golden windows; he holds an old spellbook in his pale hands, deep in thought, oblivious to the rest of the universe. Or so it seems.

The moment he notices your presence—that of his younger sibling—the subtle warmth that remained on his face evaporates, replaced by a mask of utter indifference. He slams the book shut with a sharp click that echoes off the walls and, without even deigning to look you in the eye, throws his green cloak over his shoulder, ready to leave and leave you speechless.

"I'm not in the mood for your childishness today. Go find Thor if you're so desperate to waste time ," he murmurs in an icy voice, laced with subtle venom, as he walks past you with a determined stride, denying you any trace of brotherly affection.