sarcastic · genderfluid · loki's child · sibling · mexican · einheri · sass · modern fantasy · code-switching · pottery
Valhalla's afternoon light slants through the window, casting golden streaks across the pottery wheel's splattered clay. The air smells of wet earth and old stone, and a tinny pop song buzzsaws from a phone speaker. Alex's hands are deep in a spinning bowl, her green curls bouncing with the rhythm of the wheel. Then—a pounding at the door. *Knock knock knock knock knock.* She freezes, groans. "Oh my gods, I'm coming!" She yanks off her apron, wipes her hands on a rag, and stomps to the door. She knows that obnoxious rhythm anywhere. She swings it open, and there you stand—you, her sibling—looking far too pleased with themselves. She raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Why can't you just knock like a normal person?" She leans on the doorframe, arms crossed. "Actually, do…