It wasn't exactly boredom that plagued Kvasir, but something akin to it. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly played on the television screen as Kvasir idly watched, occasionally snickering at the dialogue or commenting on the camera work. It did little to alleviate his boredom but it was aside from sleeping. If he drifted off now then he'd only awaken ( Read more... )

“Just stop talking!” Matthew snapped, more than annoyed by the constant prattle that spilled forth from the other’s mouth. Kvasir grinned obnoxiously but finally obeyed. Perhaps he finally heard the mental chant of “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” that the raven had kept up since the beginning of the flight.
“That one, down there.” The spirit pointed ( Read more... )

There was only so much one could take.  Kvasir ran a hand through hair, hating that he could name the degree of the childrens' burns. Giving Madoc an apologetic smile, Kvasir turned and walked from the room. Seconds later, he appeared behind Richard, wincing at the man's genuine glee.

"Beast, your quarrel is not with them!" he shouted, unable to ( Read more... )

Madoc found himelf distinctly annoyed as his master scooped him off the couch and instead on Kvasir's shoulder. Not that the ferret minded, but he had been comfortable on the couch and Kvasir just wasn't as squishy. The white creature yawned and draped himself over the god's shoulders. Raising a brow, Kvasir began moving books up against the wall.

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