You sat in Valhalla’s garden quietly, resting on the edge of the fountain. Everything was peaceful. The gentle sound of the water behind you, the flower’s vibrant petals and their scent screaming a choir of mute. You closed your eyes for a second, but the moment you opened them, all that grace was interrupted by a god floating side in front of you, inched away from your face. He wore an eerie grin, and his lavender eyes were full of mischievous excitement.