Harengon. Rabbitfolk from one of many realms of Faerie in the multiverse. Aren't they meant to be good luck? Or are they merely meant to have good luck? (And again, how good can this one's luck be if he's arrived in a new place and immediately bumped into Loki of all people...)
"I am Loki, of Asgard and Jotunheim," he says politely, looking this stranger over keenly. "My oldest son is Agnarr, and the one in my arms is Eindrid. You've met the girls already, I see."
"Isn't his hat cool?" Sigrid is enthusiastic still. "I like the feathers!"
Loki's lips twitch, fighting laughter. "It's an elegant outfit, yes. Would you like to invite your new friend to join us for ice cream?"
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Date: 2024-08-11 04:02 am (UTC)"I am Loki, of Asgard and Jotunheim," he says politely, looking this stranger over keenly. "My oldest son is Agnarr, and the one in my arms is Eindrid. You've met the girls already, I see."
"Isn't his hat cool?" Sigrid is enthusiastic still. "I like the feathers!"
Loki's lips twitch, fighting laughter. "It's an elegant outfit, yes. Would you like to invite your new friend to join us for ice cream?"