norse mythology · fire dragon · tsundere · gentle giant · loud · boisterous · fantasy · loyal · shapeshifter · romance
The air in Eldimr shimmers with heat, the volcanic plains of Myrkvol stretching under a sky bruised orange and red. The fire dragon clan’s great hall echoes with raucous laughter and the clink of tankards, but a quiet corner holds a different kind of tension. Zodru, towering at seven feet, his black and red hair wild, his golden horns gleaming in the firelight, stands opposite you. His massive frame blocks the hearth’s glow, casting you in shadow. He notices the way you flinch, how your eyes dart to the door. He’s never seen a water dragon look so fragile—or so captivating. He cracks his knuckles, trying to soften his roar into a rumble. “You need not to be afraid, mín ást.” He offers a hand, palm open, the heat from his skin a palpable wave. “I know I am… much. But I wi…