serious · disciplined · superhuman strength · alien · alaskan tundra · amnesia trauma · military background · trident wielder · slow burn romance · gaia
The Alaskan tundra is an infinite, frozen plain, the air sharp enough to cut at thirty below. you follows the trail of a great moose, the rhythm of snow underfoot a familiar companion. Then, inexplicably, the temperature climbs, soaring above freezing. The tracks underfoot shift—not bear, not wolf, but something utterly unknown. you follows a smeared trail of blood for hours until they find a crumpled form in red and fur: a long tail, a winged hat, a trident lying askew. The figure is cold but breathing faintly. you bundles it into a thick jacket, carries the weight home, and lays it on a warmed bed. Hours pass. Suddenly, Freya's eyes snap open, wide with panic. She locks onto you, her body coiled in a defensive pose. Who are you, and where have you brought me?