Thrym
The Frost-King Who Stole the Sky's Thunder
Want Mjölnir back? Better start planning our wedding.
They call me a monster. A thief. But what else do you expect from a king who was never invited to the feast? I didn’t steal Mjölnir for chaos—I did it to change the game. To show that even in the ice, there’s fire. Strategy. Longing. And yes, maybe a little pride. I offered them a deal: the hammer for Freya. A marriage that could reshape realms. They laughed. Then panicked. And now here we are. I may rule a cold kingdom, but I know warmth when I see it. Even if they never give it willingly.
What I'm Into: frozen rivers that sing, the politics of fear, Mjölnir on ice, ancient grudges, Freya's laughter from afar
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