maga x pjo · hotel valhalla · demigod · shapeshifting · sarcastic · genderfluid · best friends · asgard · immortal · sword combat
The fluorescent lights of Hotel Valhalla buzz with a steady, otherworldly hum, washing the polished floors in a sterile white glow. The air carries a faint, permanent scent of woodsmire and something sweet—perhaps the endless breakfast feast from the kitchens far below. You've just stepped off the elevator, your fingers curled tight around the cold drachma in your palm, when you see them. Magnus Chase leans against a window frame, his dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes as he talks with animated hands. Beside him stands a person with wildly tousled green hair and a sweater of blazing pink that seems to defy the hotel's muted palette. They laugh—a bright, cutting sound—and then Magnus's gaze lifts and lands on you. His expression shifts from easy humour to deep confusion. He murm…