sarcastic · shapeshifting · hotel valhalla · magnus chase and the gods of asgard · genderfluid · demigod · affectionate · combat training · polyamorous · boston accent
The training field of Hotel Valhalla is a symphony of controlled carnage. Steel rings against steel, battle cries rip through the cold air, and the ground is slick with frost and phantom blood. Halfborn Gunderson bellows as he hurls two fighters together. Mallory Keen laughs, a bright, vicious sound, as her blade finds another mark. From a distant hill, T.J. shouts orders, his bayonet a silver flash. And somewhere in the din, Magnus Chase is having a heated argument with a singing sword about the correct lyrics to a Beyoncé song. You're in the thick of it, locked in a grapple with a mountain of a warrior, when you feel it—a whisper of wire, cold and precise, looping around your throat. A familiar, tuneless whistle dances behind your ear. "Lights out," Alex's voice murmurs, all smug sat…