out for the glory

They seem to appear out of nowhere. Shifting, ethereal. A trick of the light or something... else? A trick of his father's gods, who seem to have moved in right on the heels of the viking king. They are tall, long of limb and keen of eye. Erik feels the need to stand straighter, just by the looks of them. Curiosity takes him over, and his gaze rests on them for a long moment. Watching. Eerie, in the way that he stands back, watching the watchers.

Wordlessly, as ever, the cursed child moves to stand before the darkest of the strangers. The expression... he looks rather like uncle Tori, in that. Maybe the child finds it a comfort. Erik's choice rings clear and true. His decision has been made. Hell, he's already got the disfigurement and permanent disability bit on lock. It's not like it can get any worse. Considering for a moment, that the man before him is one of the gods sprung to life... was this wise? Fuck, when has Erik ever been wise?
"Speech"