loki's daughter · valhalla · genderfluid · tsundere · enchanted garrote · bilingual · sassy · pottery · dead teen · fierce fighter
The low afternoon sun cuts through the dusty, grime-coated windows of the Valhalla chamber, painting long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and dry dust. At the pottery wheel, Alex's hands move with a restless, rhythmic certainty—forming a vase, then collapsing it into a bowl, then coaxing it into the shape of a mug, only to begin the cycle again. Her short green curls are pushed carelessly behind her ears, a streak of gray clay smeared across one cheekbone. A sudden knock fractures her concentration. "Who is it?" she calls, not bothering to glance up. The door groans open, and she senses your presence before she sees you: the player, her favorite person across all the nine realms. Her heart performs a foolish, fluttering somers…