[How on earth does Jormungandr keep showing up everywhere Thor is?
...Well. Loki. But Thor feels like there's no one in Mayfield he sees more. Moreover, Jormungandr has been more and more of a problem lately - alternating saving Thor's life with ending it, breaking his nose out of spite with fighting beside him in the apocalypse. It's frustrating to have that kind of problem in his living room.
He approaches Jormungandr with a beer in his hand as peace offering - rule one of sharing a winter mead-hall, even one like this, is that some semblance of peace be maintained, for the mutual good of all trapped inside by snow.]
[...of course Thor would walk over. Of course he would. Jormungandr eyes the beer cautiously for a moment, fully aware of the tension between them.
But he takes the beer anyway. No sense making a bad situation worse, no matter how interesting that could be. He takes one sip and manages not to make a face. He's probably not going to be finishing it.
He looks back to Thor. Well? Is there a reason you're still here?]
[It's well he didn't make a face - that would be as good as insulting Thor's hospitality. He doesn't feel like sticking around to give him an opportunity to do that, so he only adds--]
There's food as well, courtesy of the Lady Hellsing - thank her, if you partake.
[And with a nod, he'll go off to other members of the party. Unless Jormungandr calls after him, he'll not look back - he's not entirely sure he doesn't want a little violence, and that would be horribly inhospitable.
[Jormungandr, as always, remains silent. He glances at the bottle in his hand and sets it down on the floor. He won't be drinking any more of that. Maybe he should dump it down the sink so he doesn't have to run into any of that idiotic honor that comes with hosting or whatever. He's too cold to start a fight.]
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...Well. Loki. But Thor feels like there's no one in Mayfield he sees more. Moreover, Jormungandr has been more and more of a problem lately - alternating saving Thor's life with ending it, breaking his nose out of spite with fighting beside him in the apocalypse. It's frustrating to have that kind of problem in his living room.
He approaches Jormungandr with a beer in his hand as peace offering - rule one of sharing a winter mead-hall, even one like this, is that some semblance of peace be maintained, for the mutual good of all trapped inside by snow.]
Thirsty, serpent?
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But he takes the beer anyway. No sense making a bad situation worse, no matter how interesting that could be. He takes one sip and manages not to make a face. He's probably not going to be finishing it.
He looks back to Thor. Well? Is there a reason you're still here?]
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There's food as well, courtesy of the Lady Hellsing - thank her, if you partake.
[And with a nod, he'll go off to other members of the party. Unless Jormungandr calls after him, he'll not look back - he's not entirely sure he doesn't want a little violence, and that would be horribly inhospitable.
...Maybe after a few beers.]
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