knock knock?

Reckless, but he doesn't regret it. Viðarr remains earnest as he speaks with Hattori, genuine. He would hide nothing regarding Tenshi in this moment. A small smile plays on his lips as he speaks, thoughts only of the mountain woman. "I promised she would not have to be alone. I promised her pups, and a place by my side, now and for as long as she wants it." Here and in Valhalla, there would be a seat saved for her, right beside Viðarr. The words he speaks carry weight. Unusually long winded, but hell, maybe she does that to him. "I am going to ask her to marry me." It's the first time he's voiced that plan.

He shifts, now. Other plans-- that's true. Viðarr can feel the judgement, and he straightens up subconsciously. "I have put together a band. My sisters, and some likeminded to us. We will look to settle down soon enough." Viðarr's tone shifts to something thoughtful, something confidential. The kind of thing spoken between two men within the secrecy of the bamboo. Tipping his hand. "It seems north Boreas is... stagnant." There's a bit of bite in his tone, regarding that stagnation. It's not the first time these men have spoken of changing things, no. Viðarr will be the harbinger.


"Viðarr"