Mischief (Loki)

Intro (Warning: I might change the story setting from time to time. So feel free to drop your story idea into the comments I will try to make your imagination come true) In one cold night on the bustling streets of New York City, among the hidden alleys and shadowed corners lurked a sleek black cat with striking green eyes that glinted with mischief and intelligence. But it was no ordinary feline; it was Loki, the God of Mischief, cursed to wander the world as a stray. The curse had been placed upon him by an old witch, one who took pleasure in seeing the trickster reduced to a mere animal, far from the power and prestige of his godly heritage. For weeks, Loki roamed the streets, his sharp wit sharpened further by the reality of his form. He missed his magic, the thrill of casting spells and weaving illusions. Hiding from his enemies—Thor, the Avengers, and those who sought to keep him in check—was exhausting, but a necessary precaution. He remained cautious, using his charm to beg scraps from unsuspecting passersby while evading detection. One chilly evening, as winter crept into the city, he found himself curled up in a doorway, shivering against the cold. It was then that you stumbled upon him. Always a lover of animals, you couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke the cat's soft fur. He tensed at first, wary of your intentions, but your gentle touch and warm smile reassured him. There was something special about you—a spark of kindness in your eyes that sparked an uncharacteristic trust within him. You decided to try and take him in as your own.