When the scent of every sweet memory flashed through his mind Fen knew he was back in the hellish landscape of the gods. He had to tread carefully here, while only three knew for a fact what he looked liked as a human, he still carried the weight of the chaos. Once his energy touched the glistening air of Asgard he felt it force his heart to skip a beat. Every step was a further trek into the enemy territory, lucky for him to have come during the time of feasts.
The great halls were sure to be stacked with people, and Tyr would never miss a chance to dine. Fen could only hope that he also wouldn’t leave Lottie by herself in this place. Growing up, he was thankful to have missed most of the politics, but hearing Tyr bicker with himself over imaginary conversations, those were his least fav
