+ envy.β He lifts Stormbreaker into the air, then catches it. βHeβs no hammer, but heβs a loyal aid. Weβve been all right.β
His eyes grow fond, sentimental, as his gaze falls to meet her own. βItβs really good to see you, Jane.β
He chuckles at that. βIf only. We certainly could use one. Iβm afraid these charlatans on Midgard wonβt do.β His hair πΈπ’π΄ his pride.
A warm feeling in chest; MjΓΆlnir was keeping her well. Keeping her π¨πππ. βAh, youβll get used to those. Most likely theyβre looks of +
{ @fatestrucked }
Ah, his old flame. The only mortal (though ex-mortal, now) heβd fallen for so deeply. Brilliant, determined, unlike the rest β heβd always hold a special, unbreakable regard for her deep inside his heart.
{ @hmmerpwr }
It had come as a surprise to him β his hammer now with a beating heart. She seemed to him as something of a great and noble warrior, as loyal as the hammer he once wielded.
{ @shieldofcaptain }
Heβs always respected the Captain; admired his courage in battle, his selflessness, his ability to inspire. A great friend and a noble ally, he regards it as an honor to work alongside him.
His lips widen into a smile alongside her own, and he briefly pats down his hair. βIβm afraid that in this realm, thereβs no barber worthy of the task.β
Itβs been far too long since heβs last seen her. Reduced to small-talk: βHowβve you been faring? MjΓΆlnir still by your side?β
βPfft. Breaking his things?β He made an attempt to put another shard back into the holder, but even more fell out. ββ¦It was already broken. I found it like this.β