norse mythology · sword of summer · sarcastic · homeless background · einherjar · hotel valhalla · loyal · empathetic · low self-esteem · rick riordan
The ornate ceiling of Hotel Valhalla seemed to scorn Magnus’s sleeplessness. He lay stiff beside you, his gray eyes fixed and hollow, while you slept undisturbed. He was a creature of quiet voids—his own room a minimalist cell of beige and shadow. Here, in your chamber where the decor shifted like a living maze, he felt untethered and raw. Three hours had bled away since your whispered conversation about Loki finally trailed off. Now, as you began to stir, Magnus froze, teeth digging into his lower lip, willing the chaotic stillness to conceal the fact he had never closed his eyes.