make a citizen out of you

She is angry at the world, but who isn't, at her age? There seem to be so many injustices, so many things that aren't fair. She's learning how to be a contributing member of a pack... from scratch. She's learning how to have feelings, some good, some not so good. Growing pains, things that would all be worth it some day. Hell, Víðarr had run away when he was her age.

As the child throws herself into his lap, Víðarr is quick to catch her. The viking king could sit quietly, he could hear her pain and her cries. Tightly, he holds onto Delphi, wrapping her up in the biggest bear hug. She is tiny, that fact highlighted by the sheer difference in size. The hulking creature hums softly, the songs of his people. The songs of the motherlands, the places he's left behind. They bring him comfort, and it's the only comfort he knows how to give.

She yells. Víðarr lets her. She sobs. Víðarr gives her the space to do so, rocking Delphi silently as he holds her. "Even when you feel like the world hates you, I want you to know that you are loved." He speaks after a long while, voice gentle and calm. "I know things have been hard lately. Tell me about them," though phrased like a question, Víðarr does need to get to the root of... whatever this was. A bout of near-teen angst, or something else. Some deeper unhappiness causing her to act out. That, or perhaps something else entirely, something he's missing. Regardless, Víðarr was going to do his best to help navigate the weights the world put on Delphi's shoulders.

"Víðarr"