There was a cold knot in his stomach as he arrived back at the borders of Yfir. Hypnos would breathe in as he looked at the semi-familiar terrain. He hadn't been around Yfir enough. Hell, even in the raid against Threar he had felt off. Hadn't fought. Hypnos would close his eyes, deep in thought. He was no viking. That much had become obvious to him. He was what Katja and Kapra would consider weak, following his heart in a way that they couldn't understand or agree with. He might have only spoken with Kapra on the matter but it was something Hypnos was fairly sure of. The warning of the tan and brown male still rang in his ears too. But Hypnos had a plan in his heart.
Hypnos would steal his courage and throw back his head, giving a howl for Katja. He had made his decision on what he wanted to do, and come hell or high water he would fight for the right to go about what he wanted. Should he fail, should he not be allowed to leave or lose his fight for freedom if it came down to that Hypnos knew he'd never give up. If there was one thing that could be said about the once Olympus child he was a stubborn young man. Try, try again, and keep fighting.