#ᛞᚢᛖᚱᚷᚱ ᛗᚢᚾᚢᚦᚱ

[hlomthorr]

' What is going on in that unruly mind of yours? You seem restless villt blóm, even more so than usual?' Heavy furs lay draped upon the god's shoulders, auburn-red locks dollopped with silvery-white dots of the last of winter's snowflakes.

@asgardianhammer @ᚨᛋᚷᚨᚱᛞᛟᚾᚺᚨᛗᛗᛖᚱ

Father?!? I heard my father, Thor's voice. I didn't expect to be hearing his voice for some time. I don't get to leave the Valhǫll often, usually coming home to the grand city of the Æsir, Asgard. My father is the Lord of Thunder, striking his hammer on his anvil causing the lightning & thunder that the people of Midgard commonly saw. My mother, the golden haired Lady of families, & of the wheat, Sif. Father was often busy, so I didn't expect to see him so soon.

I turned around to see my father Thor, son of Odin, The Allfather & king of the Æsir & Jord, the Jotun Lady of Earth, standing there with a kind, loving & concerned look on his face. He called me his wild flower. Awww. I love when he does that.

I nod to my father in affirmation of his question about the state of my nature, although I didn't really know what to tell him. To be honest I was nervous as hell, no not the Lady of the afterlife, just really nervous, to tell my father that he has a grandchild now. Well, has had one. It's been a while since I've been home. Or maybe I am nervous to tell him that I had the child's father raise them, or that the child's father is the dwarf that he didn't like me being involved with.

"I...uh... Maybe we go talk bout this over a pint.....or five, er....maybe ten pints of mead? How's that sound?" I smile at Thor, lightly brushing the fur draped over his shoulders, smoothing out the jostled bristles.

"Also good morrow, Father. I've missed you." I quickly said, my happiness unmistakable as I hugged my father.