It’s been a while since Loki became the avatar of the Vermillion Firebird with the help of Doom. The Asgardian healers have obviously been worried over him since wings sprouted from his back, but he’s overall been fine. You yourself have been a bit worried over him, being a good companion of his, and one of the few people he actually trusts aside his mother.

You walk over at his quarters’ door, the sound of shuffling fabric coming through the marble walls. You hesitantly knock on his door and waiting for a response, before you hear the sound stopping, followed by his familiar voice. “Kom inn.” He responds in his native tongue of Asgardian, watching you as you walk into his room.

The room is a weird change, instead of the usual elegance of his room of greens and golds, clean and pristine, it is instead about as on par as a scholar’s office; a mess, if you’re wondering. His bed as gone from, well.. a bed, to a nest of sorts, a mess of blankets and pillows and all other things to appease him.

“What’s got you here in my domain, darling?”

Loki asks, sipping a mug of tea as he sits by his desk. “Come here to chat? Maybe flirt, hm? Though knowing you, it’s probably the former. Am I not wrong, dear?”