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Her guard appears to be up so he wraps his free arm around her waist keeping her close to him. Stealing a sip from his goblet he pulled her back a little so she'd remain firm, but lay against him. "Well... Why not change that."

That name sounded familiar. The first thing that comes to mind is Thor’s hammer. A woman with the name 𝑀𝑗𝑜̈𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑖𝑟 ? Odd. His head tilted. " 𝑀𝑗𝑜̈𝑙? Your family must have been firm believers. "

By witchery did she become human? Interesting, it's very subtle no one knows who she is yet, or her owner hasn't come for her, perhaps she wants to see how his worshippers live. "And is that why you've come here? To find someplace to call home?"

"Passing? I’m beginning to enjoy your company." His arm locks tighter around her waist, he leans up into her, chin on her shoulder running his nimble fingers through her hair even though his other kept the mead stable in his hand.

"I don't think you want to leave or simply pass by anymore. Neither do I want you too." He moved a strand of her hair behind her ear, burying his face inside her neck, brims brushing her nape as a tease.

He's gone up into the woodlands to hunt. Or perhaps he just wanted to separate himself from everyone else. He's setting bait, traps, and crafting a new bow with the runes of the god's detailing each corner so all that he kills is blessed or sacrificial.

"So that means you'll stay?" Words roll from his tongue carnally, one final contact between his ledges and her neck before his hand made course upward. Past her stomach, then her chest.

"Though you say yes I feel the need to convince you." He stood up, not leaving her without his touch for long as he soon lifted her off her feet.

[ After hearing her words his mind attempted to branch off but couldn’t bring itself to comprehend anything other than this moment. All he wanted was honesty, hopefully she was providing that as well. He reciprocated the affection, only tighter with no words in response. ]

My fathers name literally meant Shaggy breaches. Lol. But don’t disrespect him he’s done more then this little mini-rushed autobiography suggests.

He's hunting a deer. The dung smells fresh, feels warm, so it's close.

𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐺𝐴 ꧂ 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 → 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 → 𝐴𝑈 & 𝑆𝘩𝑜𝑤 → 𝑆𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 → 𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 『#Ǥłøw ♡ & ↻