you may have a head start but I have a helicopter

A slight frown began to grace his lips, a sudden change from the gleeful demeanor he had worn only moments before. How old were these boys? Quietly he assessed them, judgment gleaming his vivid green stare. They seemed to be yearlings -- he hadn't Jaeger in well over a year, if not longer. They did resemble him, but what if it was merely by chance? Were these truly of the Finnvi blood? Or was this one of Loki's tricks? His brows would raise as he examined them quietly as Laufey spoke. He seemed angry, implying his brother had held their parentage from them. A soft chuckle left his lips at the silliness of it all. There was no need to keep such things a secret; and if there was a reason at all, he could not think of it.


The one named Orochi began to speak next, his voice already rattled by emotion even before the tears began to fall. He scoffed, eying Katja gingerly to await her own response. 'Jaeger was not a kind man,' he began, and he found another low laugh bubbling up from within his chest. Oh, if only Orochi knew! The boy seemed little more than a child as he stood here now, spilling his heart out and weeping like a fool. "Sie war es, die diese zwei bis Yfir eingeladen?" he inquired under his breath, his tone both playful and incredulous. "Er ist etwas mehr als einem ?bergro?en Welpen, Katja." His eyes did not leave Orochi as he muttered his comments to Katja. He did not remember the last time he cried -- only the gods could move him to tears, certainly not this childish sort of drama.

His cousin's own words were far more intriguing to the man, whose ears perked in acute attention. 'Jaeger's crime was that of incest, Orochi,' she told him sternly, unmoved by the tears that still fell. Silence would fall upon him, no laughter visible in his features as he waited for her short speech to conclude. Incest, a practice common among the gods -- but condemned by their own family? It was not the time to argue and the man would simply bite his tongue, finding no suitable comment to add. His relationship with Jaeger had only flourished when they had left their family, but they had always been close as children -- perhaps it might always be the elephant in the room, a subject neither of them wished to face in the presence of the other.

Katja would quietly ask him, in their mother tongue, if he had more to add. A sigh left his lips as a smirk threatened to pull both corners of his mouth upwards. "I have nothing to say of Jaeger's character. I would ask you speak to me in private if you have questions that Katja cannot answer." If only they knew the lust that the mere mention of him brought to his chest; an insatiable need that spread like wildfire through his veins. But Kapras?us would artfully mask the feelings such talk brought to him, replacing it with a slightly amused expression as his tail flicked in dull irritation behind him. "But if this is true -- if you are his sons -- then you are my nephews. And if there is one thing you must know..." The man would pause, shifting to inch a bit closer to Orochi, eying the strange boy with curiosity in his gaze. "...it is that I simply love my family." And with that he would lean to place a slow lick to the crying youngster's face, a slightly dramatic gesture that was accompanied by a low snicker. Perhaps Katja would shy away from his touch, but he could not help himself. These boys were his own flesh and blood, and despite whoever their mother might be, he was convinced now they were true Finnvi's and they would be treated as such.