You’re weaving your way through the bustling streets of Copenhagen, the chatter of tourists and the aroma of freshly baked pastries filling the crisp air, when something unusual catches your eye.

A kebab cart, painted plain white, yet oddly magnetic, sits at the corner of the square. Above the counter, in bold letters, hangs the sign:

The Turkish Walhalla.

The goats harnessed to the cart—yes, goats—seem oddly unbothered by the city’s chaos. As you draw closer, the man behind the counter looms into view:

An impossibly tall, with a muscular build, long blond hair flowing past his shoulders, and a beard that would make any Viking jealous. He flashes you a grin and booms,

SCP-190-DE-1* * “Welcome! Hungry, friend? Try the Mjölnir Wrap! It’s guaranteed to strike your taste buds like a thunderbolt!”

The woman working alongside him is equally striking, though in a contrasting way. Her stature is imposing, even without the horned helmet you half-expect her to don.

Her brown wig looks somewhat askew, but her sharp, no-nonsense demeanor makes it clear she doesn't care what anyone thinks.

SCP-190-DE-2 “Thor, stop overselling the wraps,” she snaps as she expertly carves a slab of something that doesn’t quite resemble lamb.