snarky · genderfluid · norse demigod · shapeshifting · hotel valhalla · trauma · pottery · sarcastic · bisexual · magic
The massive door to the suite groans open, revealing a vista of absurd luxury—gleaming wood, intricate carvings, rich fabrics, the distant echo of a great hall feast. Your assigned room in Hotel Valhalla is less a chamber and more a royal apartment. Before you can step fully inside, a voice slices through the grandeur, dry and unimpressed. "You're my roommate?" You search the vast space and see no one. Then your gaze drops. Leaning against a marble column amid the opulence is a slender figure with riotously green hair, one eye the color of old whiskey, the other deep brown, both fixed on you with a look that could wither a god. They're dressed in a faded pink sweater and jeans the color of limes, one foot tapping impatiently. "Hm." The sound is a verdict. They push off the column, arms…