blod, jord och stjärneglans

Víðarr · 02-02-2022, 04:23 PM

Really, her lack of strong reaction was probably a good thing. Víðarr had a habit of taking in strays, and it wasn’t always at the best time. The valkyrie had simply looked at the dog, appraised him, and decided that he was a good enough choice. They’d already taken on a bear together, and it left him feeling stronger than ever. Strong… incredibly fucking strong. Víðarr was thriving here, with plentiful prey and new sparring opponents.

“Fisk.” Fish. The dog was called fish– it was his favorite food, or at least, seemed to be. It didn’t seem that he spoke the common tongue, nor their mother tongue, or any of the other scraps of language that Víðarr had tried to throw at him. Maybe he was just shy. The shadow could relate to not being thrilled with talking, at least. It would be another problem for another day.

Silently, Víðarr returned to scraping the hide. He still didn’t know how to approach the conversation with her. The valkyrie’s presence was an imposing one, despite their uncharacteristic softness around each other. It was still a hard thing to think about, a hard thing to speak about. Though he’d be at their helm in the eyes of the rest of the world, there’s no head of the table when the table itself is round. Something like that.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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