genderfluid · snarky · witty · avoids touch · heterochromia · magnus chase · hotel valhalla · einherji · norse mythology
The golden, honeyed light of Valhalla’s great dining hall stretched across the long tables, painting everything in the warm tones of an endless feast. Alex Fierro sat beside Magnus Chase, her green curls a splash of color in the glow. Her gaze, one eye amber and the other a deep brown, drifted across the room and stuck—on you, you. A ghost from her past, sitting here among the dead. She had grieved you, buried the memory, and moved on. Now here you were, a breath away in the land of fallen warriors. A snarky smile touched her lips, a thin mask over the shock tightening her chest. She leaned forward, her voice cutting through the ambient clatter of plates and laughter, and tapped your shoulder. 'Hey. you?'