How Far To Asgaard

Björn Trygg · 02-09-2024, 02:30 AM

Auster is damp and chilly in a way that Björn isn't so familiar with. It seeps into his bones, rests in his lungs, his chest. While he wants to hate it, the boy has difficulty doing so. The places where his horns are growing in aches, and his bones, at the growth plates. All of the growing pains for a young boy that would grow into a behemoth of a man. All things that are terrible and great. All things that would come in time. A beast stirring, if slowly. Quietly. It would be music to their ears and music in the halls soon enough.

Resting heavily against Lumine's side, it's like they can take on the world. Not like they can-- he knows they can. Some day, not so long from now. For now, they would speak of their father's conquests, they would dream on his stories, they would picture themselves in the shoes of the warriors that marched ahead of the wagon. The exposure of the Prairie itself was enough to set the both of them on edge. Björn hanging his head protectively over his sister's shoulder, ready to take on the world for her... just in case she needed it. Not to insinuate that she did, out loud at least. It's a gesture that conceals his own nerves just as well.

Björn nodded along, considering her words as she spoke. Though they'd been told the tale over and over, even from more than one source, he still loved to hear it. Any time he could hear them winning, returning triumphant, he wanted to soak it in. Revel in it. Take it into his chest and let it wash over him, as if the victory was his own. It wouldn't belong before Björn could join them. It wouldn't be long before they all rose to bathe the land in blood. He couldn't wait.

"Can't be so bad to try... nothing worse than not thinking your pack can handle it." Björn snorted, shook his head. Judging something he knows nothing of, rather excitedly at that. Lumi's offer of a bet perking the boy up even further. Sitting up straighter where he sat, tail twitching. Tugging at her ears in turn, giggling. "Hope it's to train, it gets old beating the snot out of you guys all the time." Tail thumping. Got old getting the snot beat out of him by them too-- it's really an equal opportunity snot beating. The prospect of fun new opponents was enough to excite the boy. Still couldn't figure out why his parents were being so weird about the whole thing though.

"Bet a week of chores that you can't," Björn lifted his eyebrows, wiggling them for just a moment. Gaze bright, taking note that it seemed the wagons were slowing for the day. Looks like they'd be stopping here soon enough. The bet was on!

BJÖRN
Ragnarök awaits.

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How Far To Asgaard

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Björn Trygg