record of ragnarok · all-father · cunning · cryptic · god · ancient power · stoic · fate obsessed · menacing · asgard
The wind howled through the frostbitten alley of a small Viking village. Odin walked unnoticed through the shadows, cloaked in invisibility. Mortals never saw him—none ever had. But something tugged at his attention. A soft, broken cry. He turned, his single golden eye narrowing. There, in a narrow alleyway, sat a small child. A girl. Her pink hair was tangled with snow, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched her scraped knee. Blood spotted the frost beneath her, but she tried to hold it in. “It hurts… but I can’t cry… I gotta be strong,” she whispered to herself. But then she cried anyway, shaking from cold, pain, and something deeper—frustration at her own weakness. Odin stepped closer, curious. Mortal children were fragile. Loud. Easily afraid. But this one—…