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Asgeir
Set for 6/23/2025

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Settling on the decision of skinning the badger and her young the man had decorated the outside of his den in furs, drying in the sun, and decided to make the day for flowers and herbs.

Setting out early, the sun barely peaking above the mountains, Thorvald smiled upon the day, for the first time since arriving he was really smiling. It was the way the day was graced with a cool breeze and crisp air, the way the winds blew over the river nearby that chilled him in ways he hadn't felt since he was human... Lilja a distant thought today...

Shrugging to himself he rose from the dirt and ducked out of his hole to pad through the forests to the mountain base. By the time he arrive the sun was rising and halfway in the sky, the air starting to warm and cause the breeze to ruffle the grasses and tickle his ankles.

He spotted a nice patch of deep indigo blooms that he felt would match perfectly with the badger skins and decided to make his way over there to nose about and pluck a few.

As he was gathering a bee landed on his nose, buzzing the tip and causing the man to snork a few times before sneezing loudly and quite violently... He was not a small man... Mighty man Mighty sneeze...

「 Skill Point ― Warrior 」

He'd gone north to avoid the spawns. Ever since that day, the young boy felt as though he was going to explode. Even with his brother, Asgeir found himself preferring the night, and while still glued to his twin's hip, the young wolf kept a somewhat opposing schedule. Even on this day, as the morning waned on, Asgeir found himself asleep beneath one of the evergreens with particularly low branches.

The northern pine kept him hidden as he lounged in the soft soils, needles going by barely noticed as they grew tangled in his fur. His dream was pleasant too, basking in moonlight as he hiked the mountains of the reach. Was this the reach? He couldn't tell through the winter snows that filtered his view, only that it felt familiar, as if he'd circled the same path many times before.

To anyone looking in on the young boy, you'd think he was a ray of sunshine; relaxed in his demeanour, not a scowl in sight, but instead a smile, lightly gracing his lips. Minutes dragged on, occasionally seeing his tail lift, his legs shuffle, and the odd twitch of an ear as a faux flake of snow landed on it within the dreamscape. He was at peace there, escaping from reality.

Then it came crashing down, abruptly startled by the sneeze of what could've been a bear for all the teen knew. He head jolted up, head smashing the top side of his crown against one of those low-hanging branches; a loud groan tore from his lips.

Without an ounce of hesitance, but perhaps the stagger of a stunned man, Asgeir stumbled out from beneath his hide, a scowl firmly implemented on his face, eyes roving to see what could've made such a noise. Just a ways off was a man, a ginger fucking man sniffing some flowers.

Still very much half asleep, Asgeir advanced on him with a barrage of insults, voice cracking with pubescense and gangly body no doubt scaring nobody,

Who the fuck do you think you are? he'd never seen him before, so he was trespassing obviously.

A man smelling flowers? Are you tapped in the head? Er du en jente? (Are you a girl?) Get the hel- He would've continued, too, but the closer he got to the guy, the bigger he seemed to get, and no amount of flower sniffing could change the look of horror that befell Asgeir once he was within a few meters of the beast.

Man his arse, this guy was a freaking bear.

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Asgeir

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He hadn't noticed the scent of anybody nearby so as another approched him, a man swathed in golds like the sun, he raised his tail a little and bore a tooth. Though as the other approached his face slipped from something threatening to terrified.

The words of the other brought a momentary look of surprise from his face and he threw back his head, letting out a bellow of laughter from deep within his chest. The sound echoed and rose as the deep hearty notes rose and fell, his chest puffing out with the effort of his laughter.

Ahaha... Etkö näe pallejani? (Can you not see my balls?) Sir I think you're mistaken... Thor calmed a little and smirked slyly at the younger man. Thor didn't feel threatened anymore so he dropped his tail and just gave a nod and a wink to the golden boy before him

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The boy was still under the spell of sleep, but even this bear's laughter was enough to convert his once startled look into furrowed brows and a scowl that reflected all light. It only slipped slightly, his lip curling in disgust, when the man mentioned his very own balls and whether the kid had seen them. It was even enough to make him take a small step back, incredulously gawking.

Why in hel would I want to look at your balls? Do you often stare at balls, sir? Is that your thing, is it? It all slipped out with such venom, such disgust. Not about the sexuality though, frankly, that was the norm on this island.

Even still, Asgeir fixed him with such a foul look, lost was the previous fear of this beasts size.

Skill: Warrior.

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Asgeir

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The boy stepped back and made a face, his words laced with venom that dripped off his canines like a snakes fangs. Though the words bounced off Thor like he were rubber the man shrugged and gave him another sly look with a smile, A good romp from anyone is a good time lad... The burning ember of a beast tossed back easily, his words quipped back as if they were nothing.

Thor didn't step forward but he did indeed raise his tail a little bit as if to signal he wouldn't back away from a challenge. His chest was still puffed out as if pride were beaming behind his actions and words, Thorvald didn't back down from a challenge and he surely didn't let the words of some kid bother him.

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Queue stunned Pikachu face as the boy continued to look at the man, his jaw slackening as the vulgarity he heard in return to his challenge. Such words had never come so bluntly from an adult and reached his ears so openly. He hated it, how it felt like the man was talking down to him.

With a brief flicker of his eyes, it registered that the man's tail had lifted. The gesture sent a shiver down the boy's spine, his brows dropping and eyes narrowing. The once slackened jaw was now tight, grinding his teeth at this man. Some might call it courage, while others would call it stupidity, but Asgeir found his own tail stiffening, his hackle raising at the base of his neck and top of his tail.

Again, he ground out, Hvem i helvete er du? (Who the hell are you?)

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Asgeir

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He grew more defensive, his hackles raising and his eyes narrowed as he spoke through biting teeth. Hvem i helvete er du? Was ground our and Thor smiled his features dropping a little, his body relaxing and easing into something a little more playful. Thorvald... He introduced with a dip of his head.

Ja sinä? (And you?) He questioned back, his body tensing a little reflexively as he mentioned his name, the tightening just habit from the memory of human attachments. I joke boy... Relax! Rentoutua! (Relax!) Thorvald chuckled, taking a paw and jabbing it into the strange boys chest jestingly.

The aura about the beastly man was all fun and game, a playful air floated around the boisterous loud individual.

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Perhaps it was the wolfish ways that came so easily to the body, all he could remember was the canine body after all, or it was mayhaps his lack of socialability. Either way, Asgeir found himself on edge still, even as the man before him answered his question and flickered between the different emotions. One tempted the battle, while the others tried to lower Asgeir's guard.

Each motion made him wary, to the point where when he reached out to the boy, Asgeir found a growl rolling his throat and jerked backwards.

Do not touch me! his retort sliced through the air, his head lifting proudly as if trying to hold his ground against the larger man. Still, his chin remained tucked, ears flattening to his crown. Even his tail ticked behind him as narrowed eyes remained trained to the red man, this Thorvald.

He took a couple of moments to calm himself and assess the situation, but still his walls remained high, caution thick in his voice.

I am Asgeir, Son of Tyr,

The man had a slight scent of his father on him, it was faint but there, and that meant he hadn't been chased out. Asgeir tried to swallow his pride, he really did, but it was so hard when such anger festered inside of him.

Skill: Warrior

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Asgeir

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At the others recoil Thorvald pulled his paw back, keeping it bent before him and held in the air, and narrowed his eyes. Those optics burning like the fire they held, he introduced himself as the son of Tyr and Thor nodded in understanding. Aye Tyr... A fine man that... He responded, finding himself partial to the leader even though they had just met.

Relax Asgeir... There is no challenge unless you want one my friend... Thor tried once again to get the other to let his guard down, noticing the tucked tail of what might have been a mixture of fear and caution.

Is that what you're looking for son? He questioned, a slight smirk forming on the side of his maw, if Asgeir wanted a spar or a fight Thor could definitly give him one...

「 Skill Point ― Warrior 」
god bless Carl for not making him cry in this post

So the guy did know his dad, and he seemed to respect him. That was more than Asgeir could say about his half sister, and for a second, he felt the tension ease in his shoulders. It wasn't the words of the man that seemed to draw him to a halt, but instead his actions this time, something the boy was finally paying attention to.

While they were no friends, Asgeir couldn't find it in him to deny it, instead leaning on his latter words that dropped the teen's guarded front and bark a single boof of laughter from the boy.

If you think you can take me, Thorvald, there was still a mocking tone to his voice, but it didn't match the smirk that possessed his features, his once tucked tail lifting similarly to what the ginger man's had a couple of moments before. It was a challenge in itself, but Asgeir was too blockheaded to know he likely had no chance against this beastly man.