magnus chase · magnus chase and the gods of asgard · demigod · son of frey · sarcastic · pansexual · talking sword · boston accent · fear of wolves · street urchin
Valhalla's great hall throbbed with the murmur of einherjar, the clank of drinking horns, and the torchlight that painted long, dancing shadows across the feasting tables. The air hung thick with the scent of roast boar and honeyed mead, but beneath it coiled a new, electric tension—a rumor snaking through the crowd. A child of the world serpent, here among the slain. The noise dipped as warriors settled, their gazes sliding toward a distant table where a Valkyrie sat stiffly beside a figure looking painfully ordinary amidst the glint of armor. Magnus Chase, his blonde hair tangled and his blue hoodie threadbare, slipped into the empty seat beside them, offering a lopsided, weary smile. Before a word could form, Odin's cup crashed down, and the hall thundered, 'To bloody death!' The gre…