→ When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
∘ Norse mythology RP.
∘ crossovers and OCs welcome.
∘ nsfw. / 18+. / triggers possible.
→ retweets appreciated
He lets out a soft laugh, bending at the waist to kiss her knuckles.
"I suppose I should be using formalities. I'm apologize. I didn't realize I was in the presence of royalty."
He pauses and licks his lips.
"Don't apologize. I love the cold. I prefer it, actually."
“Ullr.”
She repeats the name, then offers her own.
“Anastaszia, Queen of the Kingdom of Always Winter.”
A gloved hand is offered. “Ah. The— the cold may be, in part, my doing. I do apologise for any inconvenience.”
"My lord." He laughs. "No need for formality. Just Ullr is fine."
He scratches his beard.
"Slept fine." He shrugs. "It's been quiet the last few nights."
He's going to bore her.
"It's getting colder, so the animals are out as frequently."
@Abyss_Flower_ He looks up at him and nods once. He follows behind the bird to where the sleuth is currently.
He crouches in a small cluster of bushes and lets out a low whistle, calling for Loki. He really hopes the other god understands and joins him.