I Am Never The First To Know

*Hati* · 10-22-2014, 02:12 PM

As dried as he could get for the moment Hati's fur was still unpleasantly damp, including annoying rivulets down his face fur so he left the heavy skull off for now. He might not have the best standards for hygiene like Loki's pansy ass or the most - any, actually - knowledge of healing, but even he knew better than to invite moldy fur into his life via wet hair under a tight mask in a humid environment. He wasn't a complete idiot or anything.

Her reaction to his skull drew the faintest of sulks from the heavy-set male and he flopped down on top of it, curling his big scarred forelegs around it and dropping his chin over the horns. "I thought it could be a fight thing or something, I don't know... it looks cool." His gravelly growl of a voice trailed off in petulance. Whatever. It did look cool and he wouldn't stop wearing it even for Daegmar. She was smart and all but that didn't mean she knew cool when she saw it. "And not a fucking thing is what I've been doing. Bored as hell." And it was driving him crazy, too much time alone with the memories and the madness gnawing at him, sending him slavering to the edge of a breakdown, but packs here just seemed to be waiting for the chance to screw him over. He wasn't an idiot - he wasn't putting himself in that again. He could go batshit crazy and it would still be better.

Glaring yellow eyes flicked to the pup, who was practically pissing herself over in the corner. Come to think of it he did vaguely remember one of the runts he'd helped cart over to Valhalla for stupid Loki to raise looking something like that. Though one had looked a lot like their younger brother Baldur, too, so Hati couldn't help but privately snicker at the thought that Loki may have been raising Baldur's bastards for him without even knowing. "What's your problem, runt?" he snarled. "My idiot brother never bother to teach you manners?" Not that he wanted the brat to be hugging all over him or anything and he was the last guy to talk about manners, but he was irritable from the rain and still in a sulk, and was looking for things to pick at.

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