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Týr

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Lilja... Her name echoed through his mind as he wandered the scattered forests of the land he'd ended up in. A place called Storm's Reach, inhabited by a group called Skjqldrheim, and it wasn't a terrible place to be. It had the bitter winds of the mountains and the cold grounds of the chill coming off the jutting rocks that housed tunnels and a large castle.

Thor took a moment to try and figure out his next steps...

Lilja...

Memories reverberated through his cranium like echo's off a canyon, bouncing around with gusto as they swarmed, he'd killed her... Killed her father...

Blood splattered across his vision and the man turned away from it as if it were real, the sting of blades upon his skin, the scent of metal staining his senses...

For what?

Growling the large beast thundered now, placing heavy paws down across the ground as he wandered aimlessly. Fire burned from his skull, inside his skull, as he furrowed his brows over those pools of liquid flames. For what!?! The man exclaimed loudly, his voice deep and thundering as he tossed his head back to the sky and let out a ripping howl of rage.

He wouldn't let her make him feel this way.

Et saa minua kaatumaan...! Et muuta minua...! (You will not make me fall...! You will not change me!)

The behemoth would shout, his head thrown back as he exclaimed, he would not fall. Fight. She would not change him.

The sky was stained with blood, reds and pinks coursing across the horizon, peeking through the forest of giants that towered overhead. The sun had yet to fully rise, sitting low and poking its eyes above the place where the sky met the land. He could see from the edge of the trees near him that the edge of the lands wasn't far, there was a waterfall, and he would slowly make his way towards it as if it drew him to it unnaturally.

「 Skill Point ― heartbroken 」

They'd laid Tove to rest, but it was not without drama. How could it be when they seemed fated for such explosive outbursts? By the gods, if Odin wasn't punishing him, he didn't know who else it could be. Perhaps Freya, jealous as she was.

It was the south that he seemed to be avoid as he trekked north, a welcome distraction that he was tipped off to by Lilja. She seemed shaken but she didn't hesitate to let slip that someone had appeared while they were gone, a man cast into the raging waters in the middle of the night. Lilja had said he was a man of red, going by the name...

Tyr could hear shouting in a familiar yet ghostly language. If his eyes didn't deceive him, that was also the body of a man coated in red.

Thorvald. he interrupted the walking man.

He couldn't deny his luck, but this man was hulking, his voice as angry as his body was red. Tyr sported a neutral expression, unsure of what he was about to meet, be it a brother in blood or a rival he needed to see off. With Sovereign looking after the pack, he wasn't exactly backed up like he wished he could be.

What angers you, brother? The Norwegian of his accent slipped through, thickened by the Scandinavian before him. They may both be Norse, but they were cut from different cloth.

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Týr

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If he had wanted to be alone, shouting to the sky was not the key, Thor went to turn away from the edge of their world when he heard his name shatter the dying echo's of his shouts. A large man appeared, tall as himself but not built in the same way, his eyebrows were furrowed as he felt the edges of his rage tickling the tips of his fur. It tingled and danced along his skin and he had to shake himself out slightly to try and reduce the anger he felt inside.

Once he'd tried to settle, which took only a few seconds, he dipped his head to the other man and greeted him with a deep Hei... He blinked a few times to try and figure out how he would answer the question, he couldn't exactly come out with a "Oh yeah just trying to get Lilja out of my head, I murdered her you know... No big deal..."

He huffed a short breath through his nose. I am fine... I... Apologize for the noise... I respect your concern... He replied, his words heavy and thick with his own accent, one of the aspects of him as a human that seemed to carry over into this life.

「 Skill Point ― heartbroken 」

Tyr could respect a man who could control his rage like this man did before him. HE appeared young, but his resolve was strong enough for him to swallow what pride he had and calm himself. The beast inside was likely battling to be free, and yet there he was, under control.

Tyr met him with a nod, a bow of his head as he approached the edge of the world.

You are not the only soul on this island screaming into the abyss, we all have our demons, and those demons often do not go down without a fight, the man was vague as he described his family's despair, his mind going back to the anger that Astrid spewed that cut him like a blade. He needed to do more, but the god was already spread so thin that doing any more would likely be the end of his wits.

I heard you fell from the sky, nei? he turned his gaze back to the man in red, How do you fare? Any illness?

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Týr

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The blue and blonde male before him explained he was not alone in his battles and that the demons wouldn't go down without a fight... If only he knew... A nod was all Thor could muster as he appreciated the words more than he could explain. The other neared the edge and Thorvald came to stand beside him a few feet away, the winds whipping their fur as the other turned to face him.

He asked about his entrance, the glory it was, and asked if he was alright or if he had grown ill. Ei... I have not fallen ill yet... He replied with a shake of his head, I seem to be in one piece. I thank the gods for that, it was quite a fall... He chuckled, a small smile appearing on the corners of his lips for the first time since he'd arrived.

「 Skill Point ― heartbroken 」

Tyr let out a small snort of humour, and his maw broke into a rueful smile.

The Norn must have given you a good fate, they were good at gifting fortune, but they were also so quick to take things away. He knew that well as his chest ached, ready to burn anyone who got too close to touch it. One day he would be able to forgive them, but today was not that day.

Tell me, Thor, he spoke his brother's namesake with minor emphasis, Did you die in your previous life, or were you stolen away? colour him intrigued, even if he hadn't given his name yet, he wanted to know what fate this man had lead that brought him to their shores. If it wasn't fate, what could it have been? An omen? Who was he to judge just yet.

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Týr

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The stranger snorted and Thorvald felt his smile widen a little more, mirroring the other mans expression. Mmm... Perhaps... Was his response as he listened to the other who continued to speak further, his name dropped on him with emphasis. The man had asked him about his fate...

Thor held back a physical shudder as he fell back into the depths of his past life. Dove deep into the depths of hell and back from inside his mind, he burned and he ached, anger still evident in his chest. I... Died I think... I remember pain but nothing more... He replied, hoping he was on point with his estimate of his fate.

He turned away from the other male, his head swiveling to face the drop-off before them, facing the place where he surely could have fallen off. If it hadn't been for her... He... He wouldn't have made it... Did she remember...?

His eyebrows furrowed with his inner questions, his eyes glazed over and hazy as he tried to pull himself from those murky depths again, that internal voice nagging at the edges of his brain. Thor's attention was a million miles away as he dug deep and tried to remember what had happened... All he remembered was blood...

Her blood...

「 Skill Point ― heartbroken 」

The man beside him had died, like many others in this god forsaken world. Tyr nodded slowly but as the silence followed, he watched the man withdraw into himself. It was curious to see, but Tyr did not wish for him to sink into the depths of whatever was haunting his mind from within.

It happens, I remember being strung up like a pig and slashed from chin to cock before I came to the body of a wolf. The second time was more graceful, like a dreamscape. Tyr looked ahead and smirked, humoured by himself because this was the first time he'd spoken of his lives before. And those were only the most recent lives he'd led.

He couldn't go back now; he couldn't help but think of the life he'd built with the children, with the pack. He wouldn't see it fractured like when Freya had left. It pained him to think about losing everyone all at once. Would they mourn him like they had Tove? Would they scream and cry?Not that he would like them to, he just hoped that it would be easy to forgive him for leaving.

The god turned to the man and gave him a grin, boyish but charming in his classic way.

My name is Tyr, I am sure you might've begged for my courage during battle, or maybe for my guidance when seeking justice,

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Turning as the other spoke Thor blinked with ears tipped towards the other, listening to his tale intently and nodded in understanding. He watched as the blue and gold man turned back towards the area ahead of them, his eyes scanning over him slightly to take in his full form and slightly admired the way he was built. Thorvald wondered momentarily how it would be to be built less bulky as a short silence fell between them.

The man introduced himself as Tyr and mentioned that he might have begged for his courage or guidance and Thor blinked, nodded slightly with a respectful smile. Joo... I thank you for your wisdom and strength lord... Thor murmured as he bent his head a little in a slight bow. Thorvald... As you've been told... He introduced back, his eyes burning with the same respect that was reflected in his smile.

He had pushed away those thoughts of hell and Lilja to focus on the man at hand... The God at hand... His head was bent and the man slowly closed his eyes, bowing a little more now as he awaited the next words of the God.

「 Skill Point ― heartbroken 」

In the corner of his eye, the man spied the one in red bowing ever so slightly, and Tyr barked out a hearty laugh, You do not need to be so formal, brother. We are all equal in the mortal realm, nei? his eyes seemed to reflect his humour as he encouraged the man to raise his head with a slap of his paw to Thor's shoulder.

Not that gods were immortal, they too had fates that simply outlived others. They were destined to die at Ragnarok, but Freya had once thought that if they simply killed the cause, they would continue to live forever. It was difficult to outrun fate, and everyone was plagued by its haste.

You know, I found one of the norn wandering these isles. If you wish to pray for a new fate, she would be the one to go to. I am not sure of her whereabouts, but if she wishes to be found, I am sure you will find her. There was a note of seriousness to his voice, but it was subtle within his suggestion. She was a greedy one, and of course, one of three. If one had come, perhaps the others would follow, but they did not truly harness their powers in this land, not if he could not.

Every time he thought of those crones, his heart skipped a beat, and fear arose all the same. They were all knowing, all powerful; they were time itself. They sparked fear into the smartest of all humanity, if they knew what was best for them. Such women were savage, and they didn't hold their punches. Much like him, when they took the lives of his children. Tove was too young, Trygve was too young, they were all too young. The thought caused the man to look to the side, away from Thor, as he gritted his teeth and felt the incessant ticking of his jaw.

Fuck the fates. He would destroy them all.