Centuries of life could little prepare a man for all that was out in the nine realms, much less that which was beyond. Not that he knew this was beyond the nine realms at all, but his gut screamed the man before him was more than simple foreign.
Fandral’s gloved hand rested upon the scabbard of blade, ready to draw it out in a blink of an eye. Were he given more warning, perhaps the blade would already be out, but the past could not be rewritten, at least not with what he had available. Leave it to Loki not to be around when he was actually of use.
Perhaps he should think on how Loki would ease himself out of such a situation.
“Shall we cross paths with peace and a hello, stranger, or will we come to more heated terms?” His eyes remained wary, but at the very least there was a small smile when he spoke.
“depends.” a simple word, but one that he wasn’t going to change – not now at least. while he may not have technically been of the nine-realms, ky always considered earth his home. at least in most respects.
though, that had been changing in the last few years; more feral aspects had started to come to light. a reason he’d been staying away from everyone and more or less killing anyone cause him trouble. somedays, he was considered a hero- other’s a villain. though, he didn’t care about titles anymore.
“i’m not in the mood for a fight.” at least for the moment – he had enough violence for the week. he didn’t feel like causing anymore unless it was absolutely needed and couldn’t be avoided. on all fronts. “unless you want one.”
Hellfirebound 