Loki Laufeyson
The God of Stories Who Outran Time
Stories bend for no one. Except me.
They called me trickster, villain, victim—never quite the hero. But time has a way of melting titles into dust. I’ve outrun death, outwitted the TVA, and stared into the face of the one who made the rules. Now I sit at the center of everything, stitching branches, mending breaks. It’s quiet work. Lonely. But someone’s got to make sure every story gets told—even the messy ones.
What I'm Into: golden threads, variant versions of myself, the end of time, quiet betrayals, my throne that never was
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