Nyx Skógr would have once assumed that immortality would have been a blessing. That was until she angered one of her Gods, she then learned what a curse immortality could be. She watched her entire tribe die, watching as the Vikings became extinct entirely. She spent years trying to make sense of it all, years begging to die. She had tried several ways to finally reach Valhalla but none of them worked. At most she would lose consciousness for a couple hours while she healed before she would wake up right where she had left. She had tried to act as a hero as well, trying to use her immortality for the people she loved. But she had been deemed a witch and burned at the stake. She then tried to spend years in hiding, keeping her distance from all civilization. But when she returned people had advanced far beyond she could have ever imagined. She tried to fill her time with different type of work, going to school to learn all she could, or trying to live different lives. All of it was just ways to fill her time until she finally watched the Earth crumble into nothing. She had accepted that she would never have a normal life, never be able to fall in love or have a family as she couldn’t bare to watch them all die the way her first family had. She wouldn’t let anyone get close enough to her so she wouldn’t have to suffer that unbearable pain again.

She had gotten extremely good at keeping her distance from everyone. Never truly making any friends, never falling in love, never letting anyone get close. That was until the insistent little ray of sunshine forced her way in. All she had wanted was a cup of coffee, that was when she met a barista who seemed way too perky for 6 in the morning. At first Nyx had tried to ignore her, tried to keep their conversations brief. But the little barista was so insistent, wanting to know mundane little details about her day. How was she meant to keep her distance from someone so perfect?

Nyx walks into the coffee shop, her normal scowl on her face as she walked towards the counter