pirate metal x viking metal: the crossover episode

A laugh rips from his chest. It's brilliant, brassy, and deep. Rumbling like the thunder in his gut, like the warrior call in his chest. It's brilliant. Everything about him in moments like this is brilliant. Viðarr only needs to let that take him over. Let it take hold. It's beautiful. Everything about the shadow in these moments is absolutely beautiful. There is no control. There's no controlling all of the things he thinks, all of the things he feels, all of the things he is. Viðarr feels the rush of blood to his head. Adrenaline flooding his system. The laughter that takes him over is something that can't be stopped or helped or chained. Everything is beautiful. Viðarr, too, is beautiful. It's in ways that he can't even begin to describe.

There's pain, there's blood. There is blood in the air. His? Maybe. Probably. Coyotes? Most certainly. Most absolutely, most certainly. He is unhinged, ripping and tearing at the predators where they coalesce before him. He is so incredibly and immensely pleased with himself. His chest puffs out, and the shadow becomes even more hulking. Massive. A unstoppable force, and an immovable object, all in once. Viðarr is thriving. Surrounded by snarling, slobbering, bloody coyotes. He is at his best. He is everything in these moments.

He doesn't fight alone for long. A flash in his periphery-- that's not a coyote. No, not a coyote at all. Viðarr registers him somewhere in the back of his head... a boy? A young man. Somewhere in between, but he could be in danger here. Danger. He was choosing danger? Excellent. Viðarr too, was choosing danger. He always would. He always could. Choose the danger. Choose the violence. It flowed through him in the best way possible. Picking up a coyote and slamming it down, one after the next. The shadow was happy to use his hulking size, his strength, his muscle for all that it was worth. Brilliant. All things brilliant and lovely.

Absolutely fucking wonderful. All he could do was laugh. Viðarr, in these moments, is a child in a candy store.
"Viðarr"