#starwrittenfates Sigyn -> ofluckandmagic Eydis Huldrakin

[ofluckandmagic]

The dwarf offers a sheepish smile, their expression filled with something akin to mischief, but holding a sense of genuine amusement at the Asgardian’s confusion. Eydis is more than used to confusing people. Whether with their unorthodox gender presentation, their role as Loki, when the world had assumed it wasn’t them, or their roots as a Forge Dragon. “Not right now, no. I’d rather not startle you.” Shapeshifting came easy to Eydis, but the Forge Dragon shape was one that they often hid. Dragons, of any kind, weren’t treated all that kindly historically. In truth, they didn’t want to scare Sigyn. She was far too important to hurt her like that. “It’s not that I don’t want to cook, it’s just that…” They paused as flowering four leaf clovers sprouted up all over braid and hair, their embarrassment on display. “…I’m not very good at it? At least, not as good as I should be.”

@ofluckandmagic said: “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful forge dragon!” --- Eydis to Sigyn!

The young Asgardian blinks, head tilting with curiosity and confusion, thinking over their statement. Sigyn then soon lets out a warm chuckle. "But you do not appear to be a dragon." That didn't mean that they couldn't probably shapeshift into one. After all, she wouldn't put it past Loki being capable of doing so. "If you don't want to cook, it's okay. I don't mind doing so instead. All you need is to tell me. You can tell me anything."

[ofluckandmagic]

Eydis is rather proud of their uncle’s home. It’s nestled perfectly in Yggdrasil’s branches as if it has always been there, even if that wasn’t entirely true. This place has existed as long as they have, if not longer. They have done everything in their power to keep it in tiptop shape, just in case Sindri decides to come home.

They have half a mind to give Sigyn a tour of the place, yet the inkling of hesitancy lingers in the back of their mind, not allowing them to do so. ❝ Okay! ❞ Swiftly, the dwarf moves over to the kitchen area, grabbing a clean mug from a shelf nearby before filling it with water from a pitcher. ❝ Nothin’ yet…. I suspect he’s needing time to grieve alone... ❞

Eydis knows they should do more to be a better host, but they often fumbled with social interactions unless it was very specific people. Thankfully, Sigyn was one of the few people they felt comfortable around. They suppose it has to do with prophecy, but they aren’t sure. Atreus was supposed to be Loki, not them. Yet, somehow ‘the Norns must’ve fucked up along the way and switched things up for fun.’ (As Brok had told them, years ago.) Fuck they missed him.

The tip of their green and bronze tail, a dark green club, lashes behind them nervously. ❝ I just hope someone sends word of… wherever he is… soon.❞

✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @ofluckandmagic ↳ ❝ can i get you a water or something? ❞ Eydis inquires quietly, staring intently at Sigyn as the two stand in Sindri’s House. The dwarf isn’t really sure how to handle hosting a guest, not like the way their uncle, Sindri used to. Things are different now. (From Eydis to Sigyn, and Modified from gow sentence starters,)

Sigyn hasn't been able to stop admiring the view of this house. Not only because it was located and hidden away on the Yggdrasil Tree itself, but because it was clearly the work of the most beautiful dwarven craftsmen ship she had seen (which hadn't been much, considering she had been stuck in Asgard most of her life until now.)

She is brought back to the current moment, realizing her curiosity had been getting the better of her again. She had to remember her manners instead of wandering around someone else's home, especially with all going on with Eydis's uncle.

Clearing her throat, the young sorceress stands tall and polite. ❝ Oh, yes. Water would be nice. Thank you. ❞ Blue eyes glance around again, sympathy written in them. ❝ You haven't heard any word from your uncle? ❞