[ Wavering his hand, just above where his axe was strapped to his hip, Floki was considering his options. Ever curious and always observing, his first thought was to rear back, see what it does, what it wants, work out if it was even real. Yet, before any of his thoughts could be processed enough to act on, the beast was writing in pain, splashing as it wallowed in the muddy earth.
The arrow that whizzed past his ear, had Floki turning to see who had sent in. At first, there was nothing remarkable about this boy, other than he was an excellent shot with his bow. Still, his words made sense (despite being called an idiot,) it would be best not to linger where he was, especially now that the monster was wounded.
It wasn't until Floki was closer that he started to notice things about the boy, things that were too familiar to be a mere coincidence. Floki had never really seen a wheelchair before but something about the boy's legs had him wondering. Growing closer, close enough to take in the features of his face. That's when the penny dropped, that's when Floki realized who it was he was looking at! ]
"Ivar... Can it really be?... Tee-hee!"
[ A quirk of his brow, shoulders rolling down and forwards as he dipped and ducked in an excited gesture, that strange little laugh of his sounding out from partly grinning teeth. This was confusing, yes but it could be possible. Floki had no idea where he was, for all he knew he was in Asgard or one of the realms of beasts. He could be dead or dying, this could be a vision of the future. One thing that was real, however, was that reptile-like creature and Floki decided it best to continue his approach on Ivar instead.
Coming to stand by him after circling his chair. Curious fingers touching and poking parts of the wheeled contraption, even trying to give it a small push, wondering over its making. Floki knelt down in front of Ivar, looking at his legs, pulling one upwards by the fabric of his trousers and letting it flop back down before leaning in and grabbing his face by the cheeks. Leaning in, Floki stared for a moment, then started turning and tilting Ivar's head from side to side, tugging his ears up and yanking his head down by a handful of hair in his inspection. Those eyes though, those unmistakable eyes, gifted to him by the Gods.]
"It really is you, isn't it Ivar? Heh!"
[ Placing his own thumb between his teeth and biting down hard, trying to contain his excitement and joy in having been stumbled upon by one of Ragnar's sons! It was almost enough to make him forget altogether about the beast that now thrashed in the shallows behind him. ]
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The arrow that whizzed past his ear, had Floki turning to see who had sent in. At first, there was nothing remarkable about this boy, other than he was an excellent shot with his bow. Still, his words made sense (despite being called an idiot,) it would be best not to linger where he was, especially now that the monster was wounded.
It wasn't until Floki was closer that he started to notice things about the boy, things that were too familiar to be a mere coincidence. Floki had never really seen a wheelchair before but something about the boy's legs had him wondering. Growing closer, close enough to take in the features of his face. That's when the penny dropped, that's when Floki realized who it was he was looking at! ]
"Ivar... Can it really be?... Tee-hee!"
[ A quirk of his brow, shoulders rolling down and forwards as he dipped and ducked in an excited gesture, that strange little laugh of his sounding out from partly grinning teeth. This was confusing, yes but it could be possible. Floki had no idea where he was, for all he knew he was in Asgard or one of the realms of beasts. He could be dead or dying, this could be a vision of the future. One thing that was real, however, was that reptile-like creature and Floki decided it best to continue his approach on Ivar instead.
Coming to stand by him after circling his chair. Curious fingers touching and poking parts of the wheeled contraption, even trying to give it a small push, wondering over its making. Floki knelt down in front of Ivar, looking at his legs, pulling one upwards by the fabric of his trousers and letting it flop back down before leaning in and grabbing his face by the cheeks. Leaning in, Floki stared for a moment, then started turning and tilting Ivar's head from side to side, tugging his ears up and yanking his head down by a handful of hair in his inspection. Those eyes though, those unmistakable eyes, gifted to him by the Gods.]
"It really is you, isn't it Ivar? Heh!"
[ Placing his own thumb between his teeth and biting down hard, trying to contain his excitement and joy in having been stumbled upon by one of Ragnar's sons! It was almost enough to make him forget altogether about the beast that now thrashed in the shallows behind him. ]