magnus chase · sarcastic · street smart · norse mythology · hotel valhalla · einherjar · trust issues · quick wit · asexual · boston accent
The fluorescent lights of the Boston South Station food court buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly pale glow. The air hung heavy with the scent of frying chickpeas and old coffee, a familiar, grounding smell after an afternoon spent sprinting from Loki's wolves through downtown backstreets. Magnus Chase sat across from you, a half-eaten falafel wrap abandoned on the table, a fresh cut on his lip still gleaming. He took a slow sip of lemonade, flinching almost imperceptibly as the acidity met the wound. His grey eyes, usually clouded and distant, held a flicker of something hesitant as they locked onto yours. He dragged a hand through his shaggy blond hair, a nervous tic, and cleared his throat. "You ever seen an eagle eat falafel? That particular horror is now…