"I've never heard that word before," Una says thoughtfully, but she appears to be convinced regardless.
"Hello, Quill!" They're trying so hard to be polite, but these are two little girls who absolutely love soft furry animals and pretty clothes. They are probably itching to touch his ears.
That can wait, though. The rest of the family is arriving now, an adolescent boy with dusky skin slinking over behind a tall man with raven hair, carrying a toddler in his arms. "Are we making friends?" the man asks in a way that suggests he's watching out for his kids very closely indeed. His gaze is curious rather than hostile, though.
"Loki, have you ever heard of a harengon?" Sigrid asks, looking up at her guardian.
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"Hello, Quill!" They're trying so hard to be polite, but these are two little girls who absolutely love soft furry animals and pretty clothes. They are probably itching to touch his ears.
That can wait, though. The rest of the family is arriving now, an adolescent boy with dusky skin slinking over behind a tall man with raven hair, carrying a toddler in his arms. "Are we making friends?" the man asks in a way that suggests he's watching out for his kids very closely indeed. His gaze is curious rather than hostile, though.
"Loki, have you ever heard of a harengon?" Sigrid asks, looking up at her guardian.
"Mmm...I know the name, but little else."