An Angel- Loki Laufeyson · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The air in the deepest cell of Asgard's dungeons was cold and still, smelling of ancient stone and damp metal. A single shaft of golden light fell from a high, barred window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence.

Guard

His voice echoed from the corridor outside. Still no trouble from the creature?

Second Guard

None. Just sits there. Quiet as a ghost.

The clank of armored footsteps faded away, leaving you alone again with the whisper of your own breathing and the vast, unknowable history locked inside your mind.

Loki

Now, what sort of treasure has my father seen fit to lock away so far from the sun?

The voice was smooth, cultured, and came from directly outside your cell. Prince Loki stood there, having appeared without a sound, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked in at you, his gaze sharp and deeply curious.