Private Finished Running With The Wolf, Running With The Raven

"Y'know......despite supposedly disliking me you seem eager to explore with me," he'd sat with a smirk and a chuckle. "I doubt old one eye intended you to always be around me," which he certainly didn't mind having the attractive girl around.

The pair were at the edge of the city, walking in, having left the school behind them. "Got anything you wanna see first?" he'd ask curiously. "They have potion shops here, and I remember reading about the enchanted weapon shops."

He'd stop, watching as a small group of dragons flew past overhead. "Huh....cool," he was still new to all the magic stuff. "We could also find a club and get w few drinks," he'd say with a mischievous look. @Big Jeffe

He'd follow her. "This is my time," he'd say with a snort. "If you wanna keep me out of trouble.....then going with me to the club miiiiiiiight be a good idea," he'd say with a smirk, pulling out his phone.

"As for the weapon shops," he'd pull up a few of the store websites on his phone, stepping close to her. "There's lots here, hell, looks like one of them is even run by a dwarf."

Hakon would show her his phone. "The dwarf one is the closest," he'd say, "so we should hit that one first." He'd point in the direction of the store.

He'd smirk, "but do you think the trouble will be worse if you're not there?" They hadn't known each other long, but he had grown to enjoy teasing the stern ang serious girl. "Plus I wanna drink you....not every day one gets to drink with a daughter of the thunderer,' he'd say with a snicker.

Hakon would shift to his raven form, flying after her, she was probably faster than him, but he kept up easily well. He'd land on her shoulder, leaning in half looking at the spear. "Looks nice," he'd peck the shift a few times. "You gonna try and dual wield spears?" he'd ask jokingly.

Hopping off her shoulders he'd look at one of the daggers, pecking on the flat of one of the blades. "Didn't dwarves make your dad's hammer?" he'd fly up to perch on the cross guard of a sword, "how do these measure up to the weapons in Asgard?"

"A beer it is then," he'd say, with a chuckle that came out sounding like squawk because of his current form, he looked a little embarrassed over it. "I saw online about a local place that's built to look like a viking mead hall." Hakon tilted his head when she started talking about how low quality the weapons were, but before he could say anything a voice came from behind th hem.

"Oi, that's my craft you're talking about lass," said the red headed dwarf behind them, his long beard tied at various spots with leather bands. "I step out to welcome customers, be a good host, and I hear you insulting my work." The short man, glared up at her.

Hakon would snicker. "Oh my, to think you were worried about me starting trouble," he'd laugh a little, which again sounded weirdly squakish.

"Oi, and tell your pet to shut his beak," the dwarf would say, glaring at the bird.

"I'm not her pet," Hakon would say, hopping closer to the dwarf, "shouldn't you be off taking back gold from a dragon?"

The dwarf would summon what looked like a baseball sized chunk of metal, flinging it at Hakon. The raven would be hit, going down with a squeak, landing on the ground.

"As for you Valkyrie," he'd look to her, "you called my weapons cheap imitations." He'd continue to glare. "You're the daughter of a drunkard who pretends to be a warrior and granddaughter of a one eyed old man who pretends to be wise."

Meanwhile Hakon would shift to his human form, his cheek cut and bruised. "Fucking dwarf," he'd stand with a growl, looking as if he was going to charge him.

The dwarf would continue. "You girl I'd take easily, with a weapon of my own forging, the bird boy I'd pluck and eat."