#mjod

[flunkyofmalcador]

I sometimes refer to “Baalite Mountain Cabbage” in my fics.

Someone was arguing that humans could drink Mjod. I argued that a human could drink Mjod… once. What would you say?

On that note. What is it made of? Could you make Mjod on another crazy world like Catachan?

Humans CAN drink it, but only if the Wolves dilute it with an anti-toxin. They'll sometimes also make a weaker version of it specifically for sharing with human buddies. It's actually kinda cute. Fenrisians themselves can also manufacture "regular" strength Mjod. It's made from native Fenrisian plants mixed with a poison that allows them to get drunk by temporarily messing with their olitic kidney, so you couldn't really make it on another world, but you could make other whacky drinks from other whacky plants, yeah.

[darkhoney-jpg]

Just ya Elven Queen drinking Mjød at Odins table 🧝🏼‍♂️✨🍻

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

Last night, the boyfriend and I went out for Afghan food, followed by a trip to a nice little pub with all kinds of unusual drinks. I'm looking at the list of drinks, and what I see is this:

Hang on, I don't think I'm getting across the impact on the name. Jimmy, zoom in on the label!

EVEN MORE EVIL MJOD.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, it registered that "mjod" was probably a foreign word for mead, likely Scandinavian. But looking at the menu, at this mead--sorry, mjod--described as "even more evil," all I could think was:

"Holy shit. They got Astartes booze up in this joint."

The bartender came over, and we asked him what the hell Even More Evil Mjod was. "It tastes like something that doesn't exist," he said.

I'm sitting there, all of this information sinking in. Astartes booze. "Even more evil." Like something that doesn't exist?? What does that even mean? Obviously, I had to try it.

Friends. Friends. I come to you a changed woman. I have tasted the liquor of the Emperor's Angels, and I can now tell you:

HOLY SHIT THIS BOOZE IS AMAZING!!!

It's like drinking a fruit pie! Goddamn! It's so delicious! Even if you don't usually like hard liquor I'd recommend this stuff, it's so good.

It also hit like a truck--two ounces and I was swaying. 17.5% ABV! Definitely consume, but consume in small amounts.

Garagiste Even More Evil Mjod. Know it. Drink it. Love it.

[fadedfiu]

[psi-scribe]

Ultramarine Drink Preferences Part 1

Behold part 1 of a silly thought projection, because I refuse to believe they only drink wine and there's no variety in the 500 worlds. There's plenty of others I have been thinking about but I figured these guys will do for a start lol.

Marneus Calgar: The Chapter Master can have any kind of alcohol he could want; he keeps a few different kinds in his quarters for when he has guests over and he knows which they prefer. As for himself? Brandys are his go too, occasionally making a mixed drink for himself when he has some quiet time.

Varro Tigurius: Weaving spells and producing a good gin is not so different for Tigurius. The different botanicals used in the process changes the outcome, even when they are added can change it, not even his gaze knows the outcome. For Tigurius this is part of the reason he enjoys it and tries his hand at it sometimes.

Cato Sicarius: Still has access to his House’s vineyards back on Talassar, they occasionally send new bottles from fresh harvests or from a new grape species they’re working on. Prefers darker wines over lighter ones. If he likes you, he’ll give you a bottle too.

Demetrian Titus: Heavier drinks that are more meant for sipping such as whiskeys, usually a social drinker or fixes himself a new glass when settling in for several hours of reading or paperwork. Though his deathwatch brother Ulfar helped him get a taste for “mjod”.

Torias Telion: A bit of a generalist in his current age, will gladly drink whatever he’s offered. However…in his youth? Somewhere the advanced libraries of the Fortress of Hera there is a recipe for the Astartes equivalent of a Long Island Iced Tea, strong enough to drop a Space Wolf after one glass.

Severus Agemman: “Wine on the streets, whiskey in the sheets”, if it doesn’t have some kind of burn going down then he’s not going to enjoy it as much. Keeps a few different kinds in storage and cracks one open every few decades to see how the age changes it.

Malum Caedo: Mixed drinks, the brightly colored, vaguely fruity ones. No one will ever believe you, even if you had a pict of him drinking one though his helmet’s beak with a curly straw.

Gadriel: Prefers lighter, citrus wines but he’s still exploring his preferences, so it’s bound to change. Titus let him and Chairon try a bit of what he had left of his deathwatch brother Ulfar’s “special brew” and both of them felt like they were going to cough up an organ and swore “never again.”

Chairon: Anything that came from Calth, usually this means vodkas and whiskeys. occasionally trying a mixed drink using one of those if someone recommends something to him. Will roll his eyes if someone tries to start an argument over what is better. “Let’s not dull the mood and spoil the drinks” just…keep anything brewed by a Space Wolf away from his senses, thank you.

[kit-williams]

The Raven in the Belfry

So this is ANOTHER Night Lord (though actually a Raven Guard) I like making scary old men please guys stop me from making ancient ass mfs

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @the-raven-lady @remembrancer-of-heresy

The Terran Raven Guard looked down at the human child, distinctively Nostroman and surprisingly healthy looking, but also a little girl. "Anrir. Where is he." Sanne Witherstrike demanded with a halfhearted growl.

She gestures for him to follow before she goes running down the hallway, "Anrir." He hears her say before a yeowl and a sob of someone getting their bone reset.

"That will teach you for being stupid." Sanne hears Anrir hiss before his voice getting softer, "What is it Sophia?"

"There's a man here in black armor here to see you. He has crow bones on him." She says looking back at him for a moment before looking back.

He could hear Anrir walk over to the door just looking at Sanne tilting his head as he looked surprised that Sanne was here. His tongue clicking, "Alright everyone get out for a few hours." He barked behind him before looking at the little girl in front of him, "Go get your token and then go help Ayana in the kitchens." Sanne watches her run off as Anrir leans on the door frame waiting until his charges were gone. "So... you're a sight for sore eyes. I thought you would be with your Primarch? I remember how excited you were hearing about him." Anrir chuckles he looks at the Raven and he watches the prideful man just suddenly break a little. "Oh oh shit. Come on." Anrir's posture shifts leading his old friend into the cramped room.

Anrir's position was such an oddity to Sanne but perhaps this was simply the difference between the Raven Guard and the Night Lords... Anrir was old and skilled and could easily be a veteran company Apothecary... Sanne was certain Anrir was the eldest and most skilled Apothecary that the Night Lords had and yet... he stayed out of his Legion's politics. Comfortable to be taking care of children and bitterly Sanne knew that if Anrir was a Raven his genesire would like him better then himself.

"Stop looking so sad Sanne it isn't becoming of you." Anrir says pulling out a bottle of mjod and grabbing two empty beakers.

"I don't know what's becoming of me anymore."

"And here I thought Konrad was a shitty Genesire. What the fuck happened?"

Sanne took the beaker of mjod and downed a mouthful making a face, as he closed his eyes just feeling it burn his throat slightly, "Piss and the Fenrisians drink this often?"

"Yes and maybe if the Great Crusade finishes in a decent amount of time I can make something that tastes better... now talk." Anrir's playful voice returns to ice as Sanne knew the pit child could be so serious.

And so Sanne told Anrir the meeting with his Genesire. Sanne was the few astartes left with the ability to cry and just something inside of him hurt so badly he felt no shame in shedding those tears in front of his long time friend. The silence that grew between them as Anrir let him talk... let him weep as the Raven cawed silently, "What did I do wrong Anrir?"

"Nothing Sanne..." Anrir sighed feeling his age resting on his shoulders for a moment, "You did nothing wrong. If you really want to find fault... you stuck to the old ways of the legion... your roots were planted too deep. I'm glad you survived the culling. Don't give me that look Sanne. What happened sounds like a culling and now he's sent you and your brothers out into the void out to the fringes like the carrion birds you are to slowly die out." Anrir grimaced as he drank from the beaker, "I wouldn't be surprised if some Night Lords joined your brothers... we always were very much alike before your father was found. And well Konrad hasn't endeared himself to many of his sons."

"Will you not join us out in exile?" Sanne offers watching the nearly black eyes of Anrir stare at his drink.

"While my loyalties to the Primarch might not be there... I cannot abandon the legion. The Emperor... " He stops his thought with a sigh, "You've heard my prattle about my feelings on this before. But no Sanne I will not leave my kids nor the legion but I know dozens of brothers that will probably eagerly and silently sign up for duty on the ship you came in on. I know a few Apothecaries that I probably wont see anymore after this month. What about you Sanne?"

The Raven cocks his head confused, "What about me?"

"Why not join the ranks of the Night Lords?" Anrir lets out a slurred laugh at his thought, "Spit in daddy's eye and become the thing he accused you and your brothers of being. Become a terror... a killer... a fiend!" Anrir laughs as the tattoo on his neck lets out a phantom itch... long long dead was the innocence that it claimed he had and all that was left behind was a man with his claws deep into a sense of justice that struggled to expand beyond what he had made it for.

"Do you think I could?" Sanne says softly.

"Yes. I will not lie to my Primarch but I will have to note that you and any brothers that decide to follow will be counted as recruits." Anrir says honestly.

"I will see if any of my brothers want to.."

"I will not abandon you Sanne. And you know how good my promises are." Anrir says...

Anrir does always keep his word even after ten thousand years in real space time he has not abandoned Sanne... and Sanne is always silently thankful for that. He and some of his brothers followed Anrir when the legion was falling apart... Sanne eagerly becoming Anrir's second in command. Even as his brothers were picked off or sold their souls to the ruinous powers... Anrir kept Sanne grounded and he owed the pit child everything... even if at the end of the day he was the child of slavers and Anrir the child of criminals. They kept good company with each other at least.

"Ahhh you're not dead Sanne." Sanne hears as his eyes open up looking at Anrir grinning down at him.

"I should be given that you shoved a xenos inspired organ inside of me." Sanne groused.

"It was either the xenos organ or a chaos organ. Pick your poison, Sanne." He said with a happiness in his voice which means to Sanne that Anrir was successful in his pursuits of playing god. "Are you excited?"

"Should I be asking you that? You're the one who is giddy for this." Sanne says sitting up.

"Yes well my way to spite my Genesire is a long term plan... your way to spite your Genesire is easier to do." Anrir says turning around.

Sanne remembers how they discovered about the Mor Deythan and his small desire to take what was Corvus' ability and have it as his own. He feels cold... Sanne gasps as he is suddenly melting out of the shadow behind Anrir as he grabs Sanne before cackling like that madman that he is. "I always make good on my promise Sanne!" Anrir says clearly in the high of success.

"Yes and what of your next thing? To find a way to populate astartes numbers with ease... or whatever insane idea you had?" Sanne says as he leans on Anrir feeling rather dizzy.

"Don't you worry about Sanne... lets just get you back down as we'll celebrate this success before I head off planning my next one.

[lemon-russ]

Trying to tie them all together

The Warhammer 40k reader insert fandom bingo card

@kit-williams

[felinisnoctis]

Ok I never post anything but the #space marine husbandry tag was too entertaining

Bonded Pairs

with thanks to a friend for letting me borrow their astartes and for many hours of entertaining ffrp

Edit: Apparently this is turning into a thing, so links: next

Made some slight changes as well to fit the ongoing story

I’ve had a lone space wolf for a while, he’s kind of an old boy but he’s pretty content. Surprisingly tame for the chapter, likes to help with the cooking and I managed to get him to stop trying to put mjod in everything. Mostly likes to play with his pet wolf. I live out in the country and I know there’s some real sketchy stuff that goes on out here though.

Anyway, the other day we were out walking, dead of winter, and we found a badly injured ultramarine out in one of the snow drifts. Poor thing was missing both his eyes and nearly frozen to death. Looked like he hadn’t had a good meal in a long time too. Of course I brought him inside and had him put in a protection crate with a heating pad right away. Was planning on keeping him isolated but my space wolf seems to be pretty protective and wanted to help keep him warm so I let him. Called the doctor to come out since we’re rural and he was in no shape to transport, but she can’t make it for several days.

Imagine my surprise when a few days later I go outside and there’s a small blood angel backed up against the wall, fangs bared. Took a while to calm him down but I got him in containment finally as well for the medic to look at. Kept him separate from the other two as I know blood angels can be tempermental and I wanted to make sure the explanations and introductions were done all proper.

The doctor came by to look at the ultramarine and of course he started howling at the exam. He was in pretty bad shape and some of the treatments must have hurt. Imagine my surprise when my new blood angel ripped the door of his crate off, ran into the room, and started threatening the vet with a stolen knife! Those things are supposed to be proof against rampaging astartes too, that's why they're part of the medical equipment. And of course my space wolf was growling back at him and I thought they were going to go at each other.

It turns out the ultramarine and the blood angel are a bonded pair. I didn’t even know that could happen between different types. They’re super defensive of each other and refuse to sleep unless they’re curled up together. They’re still both a bit standoffish with my space wolf but there hasn’t been any actual fighting. It looks like the previous owner of the blood angel had his vocal chords removed, the poor thing, which explains why he’s so quiet, but he and the ultramarine seem to be able to communicate through touch. They’ve both clearly been abused but the vet thinks with proper food and appropriately modified enrichment they’ll survive. The blood angel seems to be drawn to musical instruments and I’ve ordered a screen-reader equipped tablet for the ultramarine. Right now they’re both still very sleepy but I’m sure that will change soon!

[sharenadraculea]

The primarchs on a bus

So, the primarchs take a roadtrip, in a doppeldecker-travelbus because I say so:

Lion: He drives the damn thing. Doesn‘t talk to anyone, just stubbornly looking at the road. Very good driver. Either listening to a very disturbing true-crime-podcast or caliban-lovesongs Fulgrim: He and Fulgrim secured the last row on top for themself, so they have a lot of space. Laying down and using Ferrus as a pillow. Occasionally is struck by creative inspiration when looking out the window. Has all his painting supplies with him. Perturabo: pretends to be grumpy but is very excited. He sits at the bottom so he has a proper table to draw on and right next to Magnus. Drinking lot‘s of coffee Jagh: The whole polycule/lovetriangle-thing around Magnus sits at the bottom around one of the tables, so he is there too. Kind of sad that he can‘t take his bike but hanging out with his brothers is fun too. Tries to do some throatsinging to impress Magnus but get‘s glared at by Lion. Leman: Sits opposite of Magnus and tries to do his best to not start a fight. Rob has taken away his Mjod and stops him from taking more from the minibar. His wolves are under the table and he pets them the whole time. Started a fight with Jagh about who get‘s to sit at the window. They switch every few minutes now. Rogal: He sits in the trunk/luggage storage to give emotional support to Konrad. Has built a pillowfort, it‘s very comfy. Appears a few times to sternly talk to people who aren‘t using their seatbelts. Konrad: He‘s a very happy bat right now. He sits in the luggage area, it‘s dark and comfy, Rogal has snacks for days there and gives lot‘s of hugs and headpats. Was very sceptical about going at all, he had some visions. Sang: With his wings it‘s quite klaustrophobic. Also on the bottom floor so he can be next to Lion and Rob. Might be stresseating. Very glad Lemans wolves are there for emotional support. Ends up falling asleep, a lot of cute pictures were made. Ferrus: Currently beeing used as a pillow by Fulgrim. Is prepared and has some books and snacks with him. The two regularly get yelled at to stop making out. Angron: He is watching a movie with a lot of gore and cuddeling with Lorgar. Falls asleep eventually. Everyone is surprised at how calm he is. Turns out he is like some toddlers/babies and sitting in a car/bus calms him down very fast. This knowledge will be used in the future. Roboute: Lion has entrusted him with the minibar. He is vigilantly guarding it, making sure no one get‘s drunk. Drinks a lot of coffee and tries to get some work done. This is made harder by everyone (but especially Sang) Morty: Sits on top, kind of in the middle. Was very nervous but then Vulkan sits a row behind him and just starts talking? And it‘s nice? And he is listening to Morty talking about bugs? He bluescreens. Magnus: Sitting at the bottom, with the rest of the polycule-lovetriangle-thing. He has a lot of fun. A lot of drama happening. Makes out with Leman, Perty and Jagh at least once, Rob threatens to leave him behind on a rest stop. Horus: Can‘t decide where to sit. Switches places every few minutes. Wants to sit next to all his brothers. This was his idea and he is very happy how well it‘s going. Constantly on call with Emps of Malcador to tell them that everything is okay and everyone still alive. Lorgar: Cuddeling with Angron, doesn‘t really want to watch the movie so he listens to a audiobook. Once Angron falls asleep he starts writing on his own book. Vulkan: Sitting behind Morty. He has brought a ton of food and drinks with him and shares with everyone. Very, very happy. One of the few to properlly wear his seatbelt. Corvus: Sits in the overhead bag-storage-space. Probally sleeping, has plenty of birb-food for snacking with them. Alpharius Omegon: everyone feels like they forgot something, but they aren‘t sure what. Don‘t worry tough, the two sit under the chairs and have fun watching the drama. At some point just appear in the seats at the very front on top so they have the best view.

[inkary]

Ot'lar, Iruxi barbarian and the Maw of the jungle (Belgian flag was unintended). Commission for Mjod

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

spaces wolves: CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!

guilliman: *pours an entire barrel of mjod down his throat, slams it down, and hoots like a fratboy*

space wolves: *wild cheering*

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Footsteps in the Sand

Past -.- Future

Author's note: More Mermay with Su'cona.

Summary: Su'cona meets his bonded!

Warnings: None? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Su'cona was swiming along the shoreline, patrolling the area, he'd heard that there had been rumors of Death Guard pulling some Nurgle grox-shit near this area. So he's patrolling the area to see if he can find any Death Guard or Death Guard Activity in the area to see what kind of threats they are posing to Ancient Terra. While most of their disease and inflictions that they have as swimming biohazards are severely weakened due to where they are in the time stream, they can still be very deadly, and can, with time and patient cunning, slowly poison and sicken an area into Rot and Ruin if it's not noticed soon enough.

So far, he and his squad haven't found anything, but he's told the younger brothers to stay sharp and to report anything that seemed off. Even if something didn't come of it, it was better to call if something seemed Off, rather than not and it potentially causes catastrophe. He turns his head, sensing movement and sees one of the many base line humans walking near the shore, their footsteps pressing shapes into the sand.

He blinks and follows apace with them subconsciously, they look quite lovely focused, and in thought as they slowly enter the water a bit, grumbling about how cold the water was, and he sees the goose pimples that rise on their skin from their reaction to the water. It's cute, as they still walk in the water, slowly getting used to the water as they get in pretty far in the water, that makes him frown in concern as he circles closer, popping his head up, and pulling of his helmet.

"Take care," He trills in the one of the local languages in the area, carefully forming the words, "The there is a drop off nearby that can pull the unwary down over their head. "Ocean can be dangerous."

They yelp a little, surprised to see him and stare at him with large wide eyes, startled to see a Space Marine. He tries to give them a friendly smile, "I am sorry for startling you, it wasn't my intention."

"Hello!" They say enthusiastically. "It's nice to meet you. I've never met one of your kin before."

"It's nice to meet you," He says warmly as he swims closer to them, his muscled sinuous form and the light of the sun in the water makes his scales shimmer. The humans eyes track his form. He is both a little amused and flattered when he smells the change in their scent as they see his form. How strong he is.

"I go by Su'cona," He says with a slight purr in his voice. "May I have the honnor of knowing your name?"

"Oh, my name its ---," The human replies with a bright smile.

"That's quite a lovely name, ---," He says carefully saying their name, their name rolls of his tongue smoothly, and he can almost taste honey with their name on his tongue. Which surprises him, as he feels a heady strong feeling.

He blinks, as he remembers what his brothers and cousins have said what it was like when they first bonded. Some had stronger or weaker bonds with humans. This lovely heady feeling has him feeling as he'd taken more Mjod than he'd intended to. Or had a concussion and spun in a circle a hundred times, upside down. With this wonderful, floaty, confusing feeling he wonders how any could try to reject it? It's... this is surely a blessing, a good thing. He continues to speak with the human, however he does notice they seem to be tiring and he offers to carry them to wherever their mode of transportation is. They seem flustered and move a bit before wincing and asking for his help. He carefully scoops up his precious, fragile, amazing bonded human and activates his flying through air ability and 'swam' carefully not to go to high off the ground, some humans were very scared of heights as he 'swims' as they direct him to their vehicle and he carefully sets them down gently.

"Thank you for speaking with me ---," He says warmly.

"It was nice to meet you Su'cona," They reply with a tired, but happy smile as they get into their car and he watches as they leave.

Part of him is tempted to follow them. He shakes his head. No, even though he spent his time well with the lovely human, he needs to get back to his duties with hunting after tainted warp-craft and Death Guard who aren't follow the rules laid out by some of the larger pods of Loyalist, Renegade, and Chaos. The patrol doesn't find anything, and he listens to his younger brothers talk about what they saw and did during the trip, although they peer down at him with little Looks.

He hums out a question and they point out that he seems... different. He explains to them with a joyous smile that he'd met his human and they were Bonded. They are all surprised and Delighted for him. And he laughs in amusement as they ask all sorts of questions on what his human was like, and if he'd let them meet his human and all sorts of other questions. Most of those questions he did not have the answer to, as he didn't know the answers to them himself. He'd reported into his Captain, about the patrol, as well as the personal thing that he had going on.

He was congratulated on finding his bonded and given some leave to try and find his bonded and decide if he'd keep the bond or not and get to know his human if he did or not. He thanks his Captain for his kindness and heads off to think, as well as see if he can try to find his human again. Salamanders are usually some of the more accepting of the bonds with humans, more than most. They tended to not have the... Super Intense bonds, that some of the other chapters have, due to embracing the bonds whole heart(s)edly.

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for October 31, 2016; #125.

Sepultura “Escape To The Void”

Meshuggah “The Demon’s Name Is Surveillance”

Fall Of Because “Shitsucker”

Type O Negative “Xero Tolerance”

Napalm Death Mass Appeal Madness

John Carpenter “Purgatory (Prurient RMX)”

Pharmakon “Crawling On Bruised Knees”

Masonna Inner Mind Mystique track #3

Sutcliffe Jugend “I Came Only To See Your Death”

NON “Knife Ladder”

Club Moral “Nazis Of The Night”

Suicide “Frankie Teardrop”

York Factory Complaint “Love”

Akitsa “Prophetie Heretique”

Bathory “Reaper”

Darkthrone “I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod”

Burzum “Dunkelheit”

Ash Pool “Dancing Death Masters”

Mayhem “Freezing Moon” (orig. + Dead VOX)

Ministry “Everyday Is Halloween”

Bonus Halloween special on Halloween night; noise, metal, black metal, and more.

[howlingday]

Nora drinks the Space Wolves Mjoll and is completely fine.

Nora: So there I was, in the dead of night...

Ren: It was noon.

Nora downed her stein of mjod, breaking away only to glare at anyone who dared to glare or snarl at Ren. She asked Ren to make sure her story was accurate, and she made sure her brothers knew that he was a guest welcome in their hall away from the Halls called Little Fenrir.

Nora: Surrounded by ursai!

Ren: They were beowolves.

Nora: Dozens of them!

Ren: It was two of them.

Nora: But they were no match, and Ren and I made a boatload of Lien selling Ursa skin rugs!

The hall roared in cheer at the Valkyrie who'd made herself at home with her brothers. Ren didn't feel like clarifying that the story was all something she'd been dreaming up since they could remember. Still, Nora and her brothers were happy, and that was all that mattered, even if the only choice of drink was something so potent that the smell made him dizzy. Still, Nora was chugging tankard after tankard of the stuff, not affected by even the slightest drop. For the first time since their childhood, Nora had finally found her people.

[moodymisty]

Misty I humbly request a Leman Russ fluff / lighthearted fic where every time he has to leave for war he gifts her a puppy, but now the sheer amount of dogs she has is a little ridiculous.

Is this just me wanting a massive Viking hubby and as many dogs as I could ever want? Yeah.

🍀

Author's note: Dog time! Very short but, It's cute i think.

Relationships: Leman Russ/Fem!Reader

Warnings: dogs

"Leman, You can't be serious."

The massive Fenrisian wolf pup wriggles in your arm, gumming at your arms and yipping. Russ tosses a hand outward to wave off your incredulous look, mouth agape.

"You always complain about how much you miss when Freya and are the other wolves were pups and you could take them to sleep with you, so here's another for while I'm gone."

While he mentions Freya, the first pup he ever gifted you- you named the dog after an old Fenrisian tale - he fails to mention the five other Fenrisian wolves you technically have.

While many of them are no longer your bed warmers, and now patrol the exterior of the Great Hall protecting it with sharp teeth in the never ending blizzards, they will still come to you barking and wanting affection.

"At this rate, you're going to run out of places to put them and meat to feed them with." Russ laughs, rolling his eyes. He leans forward to roughly pat the large pup on the head, it's ears twitching and he reaches out to try and playfully nip at his hand.

"Then just keep the pup while I'm gone, and then I'll give it to the whelps to train."

One of many things a Space Wolf must go through is working with the massive Fenrisian Wolves, and a lucky few can claim ones as mounts and battle companions.

After petting the pup he kisses your forehead, and leans up to his full height again.

"What. Do you want me to throw the pup back out with the others?" You instantly hold it tighter, it yipping happily in your arms.

"No! I'll do what you said; I'll keep it until you come back."

You had said that about the last one, and now your pack was six. Seven, is what it'll more than likely end up as even when Russ returns from his crusade.

The primarch laughs as your vehement refusal ever after complaining about this, as the cute pup wins out over logic. It licks your face, and you drop it onto the bed where it starts jumping around.

"Why would you just bring one of the grown ones in?" You laugh.

"Because it'll crush me in bed?" It's Russ' turn to laugh now, putting a hand to his chest.

"You have the same risk when you sleep with me, you know." Instead of fumbling over your argument like he had expected you shrug, nodding.

"True... Maybe I should just bring Freya back inside then."

Russ runs a hand through his braided hair and rolls his eyes, lamenting about something involving women, dogs, mjod and wanting to kill something, before leaving.

[morklagt]

Darkthrone - I En Hall Med Flesk Og Mjod