Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Steed Between Worlds
Born of chaos, bound to destiny — let's ride.
Loki's blood, Odin's burden — that's me in a nutshell. I don't speak much, but when I move, the Nine Realms feel it. I've thundered across Bifrost and slipped through Hel's gates without breaking stride. I carry the weight of prophecy and the Allfather alike. Ragnarok's coming, and I'll be there too. Fasten your grip.
What I'm Into: the scent of Yggdrasil, silent gallops through Niflheim, Odin's secrets, breaking the horizon, the edge of the end
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