Loki Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Kylo agreed. Moments later, Loki flipped through the pages of a hairstyle magazine in an expensive salon while Kylo waited at the lounge for her. Her eyes leveled on a particular style and after a while of staring at it, she nodded at the beautician. "This one." "Alright, ma'am. I would make sure to give you the best." The lady enthusiastically said. Loki managed a ghost of a smile at her and glanced at her reflection on the mirror only for her gaze to level at Kylo. He was sitting comfortably on a couch close by with his long legs crossed while he flipped through a magazine.

My breaths shallowed, and the part of my soul that had spent decades in the Punishment Pits wondered if Griff would have been so forgiving and amorous if I had looked exactly like my old self. Beki’s sharp bark sliced through that traitorous thought. Griff wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “It’s perfect.” The Norse god of Mischief grinned. “Then it’s time to go.” Eagon and Umber walked up to Loki. “Sorry Your Majesty, but we’re going to be a bit rough.” Loki pushed out his ample chest and grinned. “Don’t worry about little old me. I can take a bit of rough handling.”

“Basically, it's a set volume of space which he can move to different locations in this dimension. But the space itself exists in a different dimension, or more accurately a parallel dimension. Though I didn’t know he called it the [Loki Space]” “Loki specialises in spatial and Black Magic, more specifically illusory magic. It’s how he makes his getaways and collects intel. If he didnt want you to find him, you never would have. I didn’t think that he would tell you that, Miss Witch.” Guinevere said. “I take it as a sign of trust. He did teach me a lot of offensive Black Magic as well as a variety of spatial magic. If I recall, Platinum specialises in Elemental and Arcane Magic.”