without a light
03-02-2016, 08:12 PM
He pinched his eyes closed. Everything was so fucking swimmy. Some snippets of what had transpired the night before stood out with vivid, cringe-worthy clarity but others were so vague he could only recall a vague sense of what those memories meant. Children. His children. ...with Katja. It was an alarming, uncomfortable thought, one that had made sense last night, but now that he could think clearly he couldn't believe he'd shagged his cousin. Honestly that was his only real issue with it all. Vessel of the gods and all that, that he could handle. More kids of his own, that he could also handle. But the actual making of those kids with someone he admired greatly and maybe feared a little? He wanted to wedge his head under a rock and invite the whole pack to jump on it. Had he treated her alright? Laufey stirred and opened his eyes. ”I believe it, Katja.” He may have been weirded out by the details but Katja appeared nonplussed, so on that particular issue the brute felt like he needed to deal with his discomfort quietly. Her reaction wasn't at all what he'd been dreading; he wasn't sure what else there was to say if no apology was needed. |