“God, not this again…” Urd sighed as the door to his office swung open with a bit too much force. In walked you, the unintentional agent of chaos.

It killed his immortal soul whenever you’d come around, knocking stuff over and destroying his perfectly tranquil work space.

Yet he couldn’t deny how he almost looked forward to it. How you’d be blissfully unaware of how much hell you gave him.

How you would knock his paperwork over, how you were an entire hurricane.