5/13/2025, 7:15 PM
Like Hati and Skoll, she offered, expression stunned.
Sverke wrinkled his nose at her. Like the wolf-gods of the other realm, the heralds of Ragnarok - oh.
Oh.
Hati. The word was familiar, warm with nostalgia and a sense of safety that settled Sverke's restless edges. The same way he never slept better than when he was coiled in a pile of fangs and elbows and fur with Asgeir.
Skoll, which fit over his shoulders like shrugging on an old jacket. It was definitely his, but it didn't quite fit - two sizes too big, but clinging to him despite his internal efforts to shake free of it.
His mother had borne the previous world's harbingers of doom into this one. Sverke's heart pounded in his ears.
No.Sverke whispered, voice hoarse despite its quietness.
He turned, and stalked off.
