Half ice elf Asgardian that abides within the palace as the servant of the most Mischievous Prince.
No, he isn't paid enough.
Even though his tone is as grouchy as ever, his eyes finally take on a bit of light. Reading was always something he loved to do, and while he missed Asgard dearly, the feasting and fighting culture did not allow much in the way of study.
Even though his tone is as grouchy as ever, his eyes finally take on a bit of light. Reading was always something he loved to do, and while he missed Asgard dearly, the feasting and fighting culture did not allow much in the way of study.
He actually bothers to glance up from his drink at the Prince's comment, eyes shifting around. "...does it always look like this."
He actually bothers to glance up from his drink at the Prince's comment, eyes shifting around. "...does it always look like this."
He takes the cup, sniffing it. "...I will be *right* behind you."
Because he is on /edge/ in this horrid, noisy place and trusts no one except the trickster in front of him.
He takes the cup, sniffing it. "...I will be *right* behind you."
Because he is on /edge/ in this horrid, noisy place and trusts no one except the trickster in front of him.
In the end he doesn't have the heart to coldly remind his prince that Asgard is /no more/.
He just sighs quietly. "...did you get me anything."
In the end he doesn't have the heart to coldly remind his prince that Asgard is /no more/.
He just sighs quietly. "...did you get me anything."
That and they seem unable to muster enough intelligence to dispose of their own fetid garbage.
That and they seem unable to muster enough intelligence to dispose of their own fetid garbage.
Very subtle, your highness.
Very subtle, your highness.