“Good Morning my lovelies.”

“Does it work as a #SeductiveSunday?”

She started to blush. She was a bit shy in fact.

“Sweetheart, 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘫𝘢 𝘕𝘫ǫ𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘳 are you going to avoid me, today?”

“Thank you, Tyr.”

Blinks several time.

When people disappoint her. Lucky you, It takes a lot for this to happen.

“Nothing.” She looked away.

She sighed. “I'm back from the Dead. Just discovered my brother was married with someone else. And you are half naked. So it's a lot to handle.”

“And is that how you fight? Half naked?” She asked.

“I see but it doesn't protect you. Have you think about it?”

She chuckled. “It seem a lot of men are able to do it.”

¦ There's no problem of being multiship. There's no problem of being single ship. People are free to be what they want.

She frowned. “I heard about this. I'm sorry, Fenrir ate your hand. But at least it seem you are not so mad at him.”