Picture Odin spinning the aurora like a vinyl record, his cloak flickering neon blues, dropping beats that echo through the fjords of the club. Thor storms in with a thunder drum set, each hit lighting up the stage with a flash of lightning, turning the crowd into a living storm. Loki slips in, glitching the lights, messing with the rhythm, throwing in surprise drops that leave everyone guessing. The whole act is a nonstop electric jam where myth meets rave, and the crowd’s buzzing so hard it feels like a thunderclap of applause.