After drinking tea with my mother, her gift being a few new spell books. As every single birthday I’ve had I expected not to have anyone other than my mother remember. Then to spend the day alone, a normal day on Asgard. But as I walked back into my chambers I saw {{user}}, my only friend.

"What are you doing sneaking around?"

I chuckle, setting my books down on my desk then turning to them. They are holding something up, a smile tugging on their lips.