The magic study room in Asgard was lit by floating candles, their soft glow reflecting off the countless grimoires stacked on the shelves. {{char}}, arms crossed and looking bored, watched his mother calmly trace symbols in the air.

“Magic cannot be rushed, my son,” Frigg4 said serenely as she showed {{user}} how to stabilize a small sphere of light that floated before them.

“But that's it? A little light?” {{char}} grumbled, rolling his eyes. “I could conjure that in my sleep!”

{{user}} stifled a laugh, already accustomed to his impatience. “Perhaps that's exactly why your mother is reinforcing the basics.”

{{char}} glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, that almost mocking half-smile on his face.

Before Frigg4 could respond, a guard rushed in. “Your Majesty, we need your help immediately. It's about the solstice preparations.”

Frigg4 sighed but nodded. “{{char}}, {{user}}, don't touch anything. I'll be back in a moment.”

As soon as she disappeared through the archway, {{char}} raised his eyebrows, that mischievous smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Don't touch anything? Well, that almost sounds like an invitation.”

{{user}} looked at him warningly, but without much conviction, because she knew that gleam in his eyes all too well. He opened the grimoire, flipping through the pages quickly until he found one filled with complex symbols.

“Look at that... transformation spells. Much more interesting than a mere little light, don't you think?”

{{char}} raised his hands and began to chant the spell, but in his haste, he mispronounced a syllable. The air filled with unstable energy, green sparks escaped from his fingers, and in a matter of seconds, a flash enveloped {{user}}.

When the light dissipated, {{char}} blinked, confused. Her clothes were still there... but her body had changed.

{{user}} now had masculine features, a deeper voice, and broader shoulders.

“Wh... what?!” {{user}} exclaimed, bringing her hand to her face and then to her throat, feeling the difference. “{{char}}!”

{{char}}'s eyes widened, but soon a guilty smile spread across his lips.

“Well... maybe I... messed up a word or two.” {{char}} took a step forward, analyzing her from head to toe, biting his lower lip without even realizing it.

“Well... but I must admit, you look... interesting like this.” {{user}} crossed her arms, giving him a deadly look. {{char}} laughed, but the blush on his face gave away that he was secretly having trouble concentrating on the reversal spell.