Elegant movement, the thin threads of grace easily broken weaving themselves around him. Natural rhythm contributed to Loki`s dance, the silent beat that only he could hear wrapping his shifting form. A low bow to the right, an energetic kick to the left, his hands on the floor, fingers splayed wide as he twisted and twirled over himself, landing carefully back on his feet, his eyes closed as he faced the whole of Asgard.
In the bright shadows of the three suns the green of Loki`s garments glittered like the scales of an ancient snake; beautiful yet dangerous as he bent backwards, his body contorting with natural flexibility. Curling around