Þóяя

You can't just hit folk with "my ex is a fish sometimes" and not explain

Your ex is a fish?

"Intent's what counts, ma'am."

He mumbles, resting his hand on the hammer, laid flat upon the anvil, his finger shutting itself upon it's own, as if the tool itself casts healing itself.

His large, calm gaze raises to her confused expression.

"Magus?"

//my bad for the absence! Been adapting to a new job!

Hit his finger forging.

Pain.

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"Eeeeh. In the sense that they work with me cuz' they like me. Ain't no taming magic animals."

"Not with you-."

"We had this exact conversation about neptune."

Preetty obvious.

Morn.

You should move, Reader. Teethgrinder's taking issue with the tree behind ya.

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"What was it like?"

Electric arc when held close.

"You're way sharper than ya' look. Close. I'm more culturally icelandic. But I am a god. Þórr. To be exact.

Not that I go around telling people. Makes ya' sound like a dick.

Which leads me...-

Why do ya need that thing so bad?"

The man nods along his theorizing. Fetching his pipe from a pocket as he bends a second car into the shape of a chair to sit.

Reaching for his necklace, the hammer grows to fill his hand. Oddly short handle. Huge head, engraved with runes and constellations, which lights his pipe with an ~>

" *very* softly. It's how I heal."

Not a joke. Not that his grin helps

Are willin' to kill ya for it?"

"I think your guess is gonna be more fun. Whatja think?"

He's dragging one of the men tossed from his hands along, at the feet of Jonathan to be interrogated about the stone, whilst he squats. His braids tingling off the miniature hammer around his neck.

"So what's with your rock that people ~>

"Oh, I can. But yer' not gonna like it.

Imma hit you with the hammer-"

"Nothing. It's a piece of rainbow.

Ya just-

Take better care of yourself, aye?"

❝ As all paths converge towards 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒, it is up to me to uphold 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑. It is not my 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 to be despoiled by servants of evil.❞

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He freezes a bit. Hand hovering over her back, but reeling back. Is it apropiate?

Surprise. He's very awkward when in these situations.

"I- well. As a dead person.

A specialist mage may be able to do that for ya."

"Thanks."

He does appreciate the gesture. In the elapsed time. His goats, one raven male with a brainless look in his eye and one cream female with an urge for violence have reached him. Both nibbling from nearby grass as the female, Teethgrinder, kicks a tree to knock down the fruit.

"Just "do that".

Motherfuck-"

Your own?"

"Stop smirkin' when you undersell yourself."

He snickers. Reaching up to his lips to whistle.

The deafening sound is answered swift, as Toothgnasher clumsily drops from a tree above. An immense, if stupid looking black goat whom instantly tries to nibble her hair.

"Less you got transport of~>

"I'd rather the last week doesn't come, honest."

After their jaw works again.

"Cool."

His hideout is soon gone. Launched directly into the men, crushed and sent away by it in a single word by the rather laconic giant. Who's long steps lead his fists to send the men across, over the roofs and to the floor.

The ones struck by the car are gone. But the rest will tell the tale~

It's a tiny, solid piece of a colorful, glowing stone.

A piece of Bifrost.

"Leads to Vanaheim by Folkvangr.

Don't use it till you don't got a disguise. But if you've lost any cats... They'll be there.

Yeah. Once a dude tried to tell my wife how agriculture works.

She's the goddess."