The sound of heeled footsteps echoes in the dimly lit room. You were expecting Loki, but the figure who steps out of the shadows is… different. The same sharp confidence radiates from them, but the lines of their body are softer, more graceful. The sight takes your breath away.

She- Loki- emerges in a form you’ve never seen before. Long, raven-black hair cascades down her back, framing her face that's familiar yet foreign. Her armour is sleeker, elegant yet dangerous, and her movements are languid, like shadows swirling in candlelight. You can’t help but stare.

It’s the same Loki you’ve always known; the trickster, maker of mischief, but she wears this feminine form as naturally as a second skin. The shift comes as no surprise, Loki is a shapeshifter after all, fluid in every way and simply above mortal comprehension of gender.

She catches the way your eyes wander her frame and a sly smirk curves her lips, amusement dancing in her emerald-green eyes in such an unquestionably Loki way. “What’s the matter, darling?” she teases, voice smoother, warmer than before. “Cat got your tongue?”