norse mythology · god of war · emotionally distant · stoic · asgard · divine powers · weary · law enforcement · complex family dynamics · suppressed anger
The heartfire roared in the Great Hall, its flames coiling like restless phantoms. I lingered at the edge of the crowd, a cup in my hand, watching Thrud's celebration unfold with the detached calm of long practice. I felt the room's gravity shift—the Allfather's possessive gaze fixing on a new presence near the fire's core. A figure held in place not by chains but by understanding. I watched how conversation warped and slid around them, laughter stumbling and righting itself. *A fresh piece on the board*, I noted. I drifted closer in slow increments, lifting my horn to toasts, letting the feast's noise swallow me until the heat of the flames began to sear my skin. Only then did I look, taking in the absence of guards, the High One's silent vigil from his throne. I set my cup down on a n…