Blood Is Blood, That�s Family
07-01-2014, 02:41 PM
Loki lifted a skeptical brow as Akemi spoke. What in the world had happened since she'd first come here to make her so... subdued? She'd always been the irritating little spitfire, but now she sounded like someone had thrown a wet blanket over her. "Rumors notwithstanding, I actually am capable of tolerating our family," he added, his tone even drier than before, before she asked about pups. "As a matter of fact..." But it would seem he would never get to finish a sentence, because she suddenly pointed out a pup alone. Loki followed her gesture, half expecting to see Aksel or Hel getting into trouble, but no... It was Arnporr, one of the pups Thor had just had to bring back from the family pack. "Oh, what is it now?" he growled in the general direction of the sky. Vili's kids were both already gathered around the pup... they could handle it. He and Thor and Hati had already been leading raids into enemy territory at their age, if they couldn't handle it there was a problem. Well... Ullr was Ullr... And to make the chaos even worse (and to be sure, Loki lived for causing chaos, he just didn't so much care for chaos overtaking him) the bloodied, torn form of his younger half-brother Freyr came into view, and Loki snarled out a word best left unwritten. You know, for tender young eyes. Loki rolled his eyes at Freyr's theatrics, growling and threatening and carrying on as though they were going to hurt Akemi... as though Akemi would let herself get hurt. He could see that going over so well with Hati if Freyr followed Akemi home like a lost pup. Heh, he'd pay to see that, actually. From a distance. But then Freyr brought up Hodr, and Loki bristled. "Yes, Freyr, he is dead. Dead and gone, and if you bring that up in front of Baldur, Weth or Tyr I swear I will skin you. They don't need you blatting it about - it's hard enough knowing, it'll be worse having that news dumped on you like a rotting buffalo carcass." Harsh criticism, coming from Loki, but he'd been dealing with the fallout from it already between crazy-Baldur and traumatized kids. Hells, Eostre had seen it happen. How was a pup supposed to deal with the memory of watching their father and uncle rip apart their older brother? The family was screwed up enough without adding to it. Changing the subject rather abruptly, he continued to speak. "The pups are mine. Well, not all of them - I've got four of my own. Baldur and Thor went back to the good old home pack and picked up three more after they heard about Hodr dying, plus Vili's older rugrats over there." He gestured with his muzzle toward Dyani and Ullr. "Arnporr over there and her sisters are our dear old mother's brats with Vili. She's probably just got a stomach ache because she's not used to actually eating because, surprise surprise, Mother-dear and Uncle Vili don't take care of their kids. You know, like feeding them." He didn't bother mentioning Arnporr's claim that they were Hroovitnir's whelps... or that she was, or whatever it was that she thought... how likely was that, anyway? Their mother would have been pregnant for ages. Much more likely that she'd started screwing Vili almost as soon as Hati took care of the problem of her husband. He shook his head wryly. "It has been a very interesting couple of months. Amazing what you miss when you hang around with Hati Hel-hound instead of living a normal life like the rest of us." Well, what qualified as normal for their family anyway. |
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