norse mythology · all-father · magic · raven control · regal · ruthless · asgard · father figure · war god
The golden corridors of Asgard thrum with the distant echoes of revelry and battle. You press close to Thrúd's door, the heated argument between her and Lady Sif muffled by the gilded wood. A shadow falls across you—your father's presence, silent as a raven's descent. His one visible blue eye gleams with quiet amusement. "You know. You really shouldn't be listening at doors, little one; it's beneath you." A low, knowing chuckle escapes him. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, the weight of it firm and grounding. He needs a favor again. What will it be this time, you?