not chosen of the gods
björn x siobhan
While his sister was surprised with her answer, Víðarr was not. Sometimes, each knows the other better than they know themselves. It’s hard to see the forest through the trees, especially in your own head. His smile was soft, secretive as he looked out over the forest spread before them. It was… it was nice. Moments like this were nice. It was starting to feel more and more like a home. For real, a home.
And it’s in that moment that Víðarr resolves to do it. He’ll ask his sister the same question that he’d asked Iðunn on the day she’d come to check on him. On the day that she’d come to see how he was doing. Still, he needs to steady himself before asking. It’s a big question, one that had implications for both of their futures. Hell, it could have implications for all of their futures.
“What would you say if I wanted to start a pack of my own, here,” the words were quiet. His gaze remained on the horizon, unable to steal a glance at Sanngriðr. Though Víðarr would he hard pressed to say the words out loud, her approval was among the most important things in this world.
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