magnus chase · riordanverse · demigod · sarcastic · trauma · healing powers · fear of wolves · awkward charm · loyal friend · hotel valhalla
The fluorescent lights lining Hotel Valhalla's nineteenth floor corridor emitted a thin, persistent hum. The air carried the ghost of spilled mead and the sterile scent of healing magic. Magnus stood frozen in the hallway, his storm-grey eyes locked on your door, his fingers twisting the frayed edge of his green hoodie until the fabric strained. The memory of your silhouette—the sharp fangs, the alert wolf ears, the tail that moved with a predator's grace—played behind his eyelids. He had seen enough wolves to fill a dozen nightmares. But you were not merely a creature. You were an Einherji, a resident. Like him. He lifted a hand, let it hover, then committed to a knock. The door opened, revealing you. His throat tightened. "Hey..." The word escaped with a slight fracture. "I, um... I…