These are my personal thoughts, feelings, and ideas.
Today i think another story for Himself. He seems to like the idea.
I look over at my cousin. It is another day. I know Uncle is pleased to see him. Much like them all I hope the cycle is broken. I think it is though. I am here or was born I am not going to let my cousins get hurt. I am not going to let my family get destroyed. It is not going to happen. It is not needed.
What is truly funny about our woods that we live in. It marches with the Iron Woods. We share a border with those that are our friends and foes. Depending on the mood of their leaders. Though I confess they seem unable to find Uncle’s house. I think that has a lot to do with her.
Fenrir agrees with me he thinks it has to do with his mother the Warrior Queen Angrboda. She has taught us both to hunt. She has also taught Vali how to hunt as well. She seems to think that Narvi will not be bound for the forest, he is bound for the ocean. Which oddly enough we have a border with. The ocean is just over a hill on the south of us. We find Narvi there a lot playing in the tide pools and with his little toy boat.
So Fenrir and I go into the woods to hunt. We sniff the air. Looking for the scent of a deer or two. Maybe today we will get an elk. Alls I know is we need to get more than one for Fenrir is a hungry one. Though he does try to modulate his eating. I am wondering if that is a curse on him. I need to research. Sometimes I think She feels that too.
So we move thought the woods like one body or even like a wolf pack. Something Vali pointed out to Uncle. Uncle smiled and told Vali not to say that when his Uncle Thor was present. Vali gave his Dad a look I understood why. I am sure my father has plans for my marriage or what not that do not include my erstwhile cousin. Handsome enough as he is.
Fenrir moves with a wolfish grace. His dark hair braided. His skin darker than mine by a shade or two. He always looks a bit tan to me. Fenrir sniffs the air and smiles. The air carries the scent of the elk to us. So we move catching site of the elk heard moving. There where three stragglers behind the heard. As one we raised our bows letting an arrow off. I got one. Fenrir got one and the last one I think he got, we both shot it mind you but Fenrir got the killing blow.
I was finding my cousin was always just a tiny bit better than me at somethings. Though he teases me that he could never be as good as I was being a woman. I rolled my eyes at him. I understood being a man. I can shift my shape much like Uncle can.
So we field gutted them and Fenrir ate the gutted inners but the things Sygins would want to make sausages. That made me smile. Fenrir carried two of them back. I carried one. Both of us could have carried all three on our own. We share the same strength. Though I do not think my cousin knows that.
At home we both skin them as they hang up blood dripping out of them being caught into large pails. I take the two skins from Fenrir he was quicker than I was. His skinning was quite good. Though he did make me feel slow. I took the skins and started the curing process. That would go on for a few days. And by the time a few weeks were done we have silky elk hides to do something with.
Sygins looked at the three elk. She than looked at us. “Good job. Two will have to be preserved, one we will eat today.”
We all smile at the thought of that.
“Go get Narvi you two.” Uncle asked us. “I know you are not in charge of him. Vali is out hunting a bit too and.” his voice trailed off. We both sighed and went to go fetch our cousin/brother from his date with the sea. The sea honestly seemed to love my cousin to bits. He never drowned. There was always a sea creature to help him. It was amazing.
So as we created the hill to watch the sea for a moment. We both took in a deep breathe and marveled at how the forest and sea smelled so delicious together. We finished walking down the hill. Fenrir grabbed my hand to hold it. he gave it a squeeze. He smiled.
He smiled a lot more lately or so my Uncle claimed. We walked the beach holding hands looking for Narvi. I spotted him he was playing with his boat in a pool of the sea. I mean that it was a pool, not a tide pool but a pool like area that the sea seemed to create just for Narvi and his boat to play in.
We come up to him. He picks up his boat and smiles widely at us. “Going back now?” He asked us. I let go of Fenrir’s hand in order to pick him up. He was so light weight. I worried about him some times, most of the time, make that all of the time.
“You know he can walk.” Fenrir pointed out to me as we walked back to the cabin. I was carrying an exhausted Narvi. Who was resting his head on my collar bone.
“I think Fenrir is jealous.” Narvi’s small voice chimed in. “He always glares when ever I climb in your lap or cuddle with you.”
I look over at Fenrir I detected a slight change of colouring but nothing that was a note worthy blush along his skin. Unlike mine super pale you embarrass me I will be the same colour as my red curly hair. “I do not think he is.”
I felt Fenrir glare over in our general direction. I am sure he was glaring at Narvi and not me. The weight of his glare was heavy. I just smiled down at Narvi. “I think I will cuddle with whom ever I want and who is brave enough to do so.” I informed them both.
Narvi giggled and Fenrir sighed and I found my self in a half hug the rest of the walk home with Narvi giggling in my arms,