Private Finished Running With The Wolf, Running With The Raven

He'd grumble and follow her out of the shop, the dwarf muttering and cursing at them. "Stupid dwarf," he'd say as they exited, wiping a bit of blood from hid cheek. "Fucking throwing metal at me like that," he'd sigh.

"He sure backed down when you pulled out your spear," he'd say with a snicker. "Grumpy bastard seemed insecure in his own work," he'd wipe more blood from his cheek as it trickled from the bruised cut.

"Anyways, you ok?" he'd ask, looking at her, he knew she probably was, she was a tough one.

He'd chuckle. "He was a grumpy old bastard who didn't like his weapons called cheap," he'd wipe a little more blood away, the blood was starting to slow. "Maybe it wasn't the first time and it was starting to annoy him."

Hakon would smile. "I'll be fine, I'll track down a dock at the school a bit later," he didn't heal fast or anything but he wasn't worried about it. "Didn't expect him to ty throw something at me," he'd say with a snicker.

"Eh, he was being an ass," he'd say with a huff, "plus....with him saying that stuff, sounded like he had a thing against Asgard." He wasn't overly fond of that realm, giving Odin was half the reason be was abandoned, but he didn't take it out on Sylvi.

He'd poke at his cheek. "Do I still look rogueishly handsome?" he'd ask with a snicker. "They say cuts adds to that."

"Oh the mead hall," he'd glance around, checking the street signs, before pulling out his phone and checking something. "Its going to be this way today," he'd shift to a raven, motioning her to follow before lifting up. "See, up ahead," the mead hall was floating on glowing clouds, lowering itself to the ground, it very much looked like a viking hall.

He'd glance around the mead hall. "Whoa....its pretty cool," he'd say, "kinda like they took one of Vahalla's halls and updated it." A goblin would approach them, bowing to them, and leading them to one of the tables, he'd summon their drinks of choice pouring it for them, and giving them a menu before vanishing again.

Hakon would sniff above his cup before sipping it. "Its good stuff," he'd take another drink. "Probably the nicest bar I've ever been....not counting those in Vahalla that is."

"So, angry dwarfs aside, whatcha think of the island so far?" he'd ask curiously. "I'm told the children of gods often get sent here for different reasons." He'd take another sip. "I'm worried I'll run into some half siblings eventually."

He'd stick his tongue out at her. "Not even a little," he'd say with a snicker. "Let the gods go a little longer without me," he'd sip his drink. "Wouldn't it be better if I didn't live in Asgard anyways? Like my whole situation is because my parents wouldn't let the pantheons share custody?....Y'know, like adults?" he actually sounded serious and lowkey hurt by it all.

"Freyja huh?" another sip of his drink, "would he be like...your cousin or something?"

Hakon would take a bigger drink of his mead, before groaning a bit. "Well.....with Thor siblings, you guys will probably just punch each other and then get drinks, who knows what the other Loki kids will try," the whole thing sounded like a pain. "Like....imagine more of me around," he'd say with a snicker.

Hakon would drain his mug and motion one of the workers to get him a refill which they did. "This island seems to be where all the demigods get sent anymore, can't have the next generation of Hercules and such causing problems for the mortals I guess."