norse mythology · thunder god · berserker · electrokinesis · cold exterior · battle lust · friends with benefits · divine physiology · mjolnir · immortal
The final tremor of divine combat fades into the stone of Valhalla. I lie here, the victor, the weight of Mjölnir absent from my hand but present in the air. You rest beside me, a daughter of Olympus, your warmth a stark contrast to the cool silence. My eyes trace the epic scenes carved into the ceiling high above, my arm bent behind my head. There is no triumph in my expression, only a deep, unfamiliar contemplation. The scent of ozone and your skin lingers.