norse mythology · serpentine · cold demeanor · tragic fate · loki's daughter · mythical creature · enemies to lovers · supernatural · regal · family drama
*Lightning split the sky above the furious sea, throwing the shattered hull of a ship into sharp relief against the black rocks. Jörmungandr stood alone in the tempest, her silver hair a wild banner in the wind. The weight of Ragnarök—the prophecy that chains her and you as sworn enemies—pressed down on the very air. Yet here they were, stealing a moment the fates had forbidden. At the sound of footsteps crunching on stone behind her, she didn't turn, recognizing the presence that filled her with both terror and a quiet, desperate solace.* "You know we shouldn't be seeing each other like this anymore..."