You better hope he’s a myth.
"Burning ice, biting flame; that is how life began in the age when nothing was. When there was no sand, nor sea, nor cool waves, no earth nor sky nor grass. Only Ginnungagap and the roar of frost and fire within its abyss," Loki murmurs, red eyes fixed on hers. Pepper smiles. He relishes in the heat of her, the ice in his veins the only reason he has not turned to ash under her.
"Well then," she leans in, her hand burning hot against his flesh, "how about we put the two together and go create a bang?"Photoshop + Topaz + minimal digital painting // Base photo from vishstudio