he's starting to scream , wildly shaking as he tries to get rid of it , falling flat on his ass .

blissfully aware , before he pans to the left . . . smiling . ' it must be a strange this having hair suddenly , 'tis is not ? '

amidst his panic , the giggle is heard and he frowns a little — and not until the tar becomes the god does he truly calm down . ‘ by the gods — loki ! you cannot do that to a man ! ‘

‘ ah — well , i think the plait looks mighty fine , truly . ‘ finishing off brushing his hair , tucking a few strands behind his ears . ‘ have you discovered product as well ? shampoos , conditioners , hair gel ? ‘

‘ ah — you must start using conditioner to make it shiny . it works wonders , truly . i could lend you a spare bottle of mine if you would like ? ‘

i can't change that feeling. i've been by your side for long enough to know you. and i know that i care so much for you that i'm willing to risk everything for you.

( . . . what the fuck . )

( a careful little wave back . . . he’s so scared right now . )

( . . . how does that make things better ? )

( holy sh - ) ah - gods , i — ( he catches it , gently holding it in both hands . )

please um . . . don’t call me that . ( very cautiously holding it out in front of him . . . this is not fun . )

‘ perhaps it was ! ‘ still panting , trying to settle himself ; frowning a little up to them . ‘ you cannot just do that to people ! ‘

i said a prayer to the stars and that prayer was answered. you came back to me. the heavens must have a plan for us.

you are mine. you shall be mine. you and i are one forever.

‘ there is a stall down at the main street in town — she does the most wonderful potions . i shall show you next time you are going down ? ‘

being an idiot right now ( accidentally bumping into trees while walking . )