dear_mun | Oops, look who reared her ugly head.

[Ew. So crude.

Not that it'd be obvious with all those legs in the way though. Horsekid has never had a reason to compare them to...an inferior horse with its bizarro four legs. Wtf is that about anyway.

He narrows his eyes slightly, trying to process this all. At the show of his teeth, though, Sleipnir pulls his own lips back slightly. His teeth are unlike another horse's, however: sharp and carved with runes. Has to be a bit of a badass to handle tooth carvings, right?

That's silly. Of course you're useful. You're the son of Loki, after all, you must have a great purpose.]

[ Yes, well. Fenrir fell into a fratboy stage that he never quite grew out of.

Maybe someday Fenrir will warm up to him enough to tell him about how he's better than other horses. Until then, well, your teeth don't scare him, Sleipnir. They'd have a hell of a time getting to his throat past gleipnir anyway. ]

Apparently I get to kill Odin at Ragnarok, so when they realized I was growing, they freaked and tied me up. It's not like I had a reason to want to kill Odin at Ragnarok until they did that, you know. But no, we're the monster children, we need to put put away where no one can see us.

[...clearly Odin needs to invest in some euthanasia because that's not cool in any way. Even if Sleipnir wasn't a freakishly legged and yet amazingly awesome horse, he still would totally not approve of that. Gosh, Odin's done so much stuff he has never heard about.

Half-brother horse is frowning now.

I have never heard of any of this, not even from Huginn and Muninn. This...this is hard for me to parse.]

Of course they wouldn't tell you. They probably think we deserved to be shoved off, too.

[ However, since his brother isn't... well, trying to stomp on him, Fenrir shifts a little closer. He's tiny (for him) today, though a bit larger than the average wolf, and it means he has to look up, ears pricked forward. ]

Did you hear what he did to your mother?

[Why would he want to stomp on him? He hasn't done a thing to bring out any violence in him. There was nothing bad he had done. They'd just met, after all!

Unfortunately (to others, Sleipnir has never thought of his form as fortunate or unfortunate, since it is all he has ever known and as such has not thought about such things), Sleipnir is incapable of making himself larger or smaller, so he leans his great large head down so that they are on level with each other and his half-brother's neck does not have to endure unwanted strain.

My mother your father? I have not. He does not speak of the others much to me.]

[ Oh. Well. That's unexpectedly kind, though his half-brother hasn't really been anything but so far (other than confused). It's enough to make him feel a bit bad about his automatic judgment. ]

Yeah, your mother my father. [ That is really confusing. ] You know how Loki likes to play tricks and get up to mischief, right?

[ It's a trait that's been passed down to Fenrir, although the wolf isn't anywhere near as skilled at it. ]

[His lips flap slightly. It's hard out there for a horse who doesn't really have much in the way of proper facial expression, you know.

I have heard of that, yes. They call him the Trickster for that reason, I have come to understand. Did he anger my rider?

Odin had a sense of humor! He had to to deal with the snotty slobberyness of Sleipnir sometimes.]

[ That's okay, Fenrir gets it. There's a bit of a shift, just enough for him to bump his nose against Sleipnir's. ]

Yeah. Which wasn't uncommon, really, but Odin tied him up and put a snake over him so it would dip poison on him, which was kind of an overreaction, in my opinion.

[ "Kind of". ]

[His nose is wet, too! It's black, but it's wet. How strange!

Obviously, he doesn't get out much, unless it's for duty-related stuffs.

Why would he do that? What did mother-father do to him? It must have been dreadful, whatever it was.

A noise again, four hooves kicking up dust.

But he must have escaped, right?]

[ Fenrir can either tell that his brother is mystified by his nose, likes him more than he's letting on, or feels like being a brat, because the next thing he does is lick the horse's nose before sitting back. ]

I think he said something? I missed most of it because I was mad. [ And then he huffs slightly. Silly optimistic horse. ] No, he didn't. Sigyn tries to collect the poison in a bowl, but her bowl gets full so she has to dump it out and then it gets on him and he hurts.

[ There's a whine; despite it all, he does care for his family. ]

Stuck until Ragnarok, same as the rest of us.

[Ah, this strangeness! Sleipnir knows better than to flick his tongue out in return, since it's rather large and clunky and, as such, is a lot more slobbery than most other creatures. He's never been licked by something, though! This is a wealth of new experience, here and now.

We have to make the snake leave him alone, then. Has no one spoken to it? Why does Sigyn not reason with it, distract it?

Oh, you poor thing...]

[ Well, Fenrir does try to be a good brother. New experiences count, right? Sure they do. Someday he'll figure out how to make you look human and then take you to Vegas, Slippy. ]

If she did, she'd be punished, too.

[He wear khaki shorts pulled up past his belly button and striped polos.

And maybe a fanny pack.

He doesn't understand this, for the billionth time. The Allfather has never been anything but wonderful to him! None of this makes any sense.

Then we should speak with it. If the snake can be reasoned with or tricked, would it not be its fault for failing in its duties?

He has a point there, though.]

[ Fenrir would make sure to uh... fix that. Trust him, brother. c:

Still, he does have a point there, and his head tilts, one ear twitching. Hmm. ]

You'd have to do it. The rest of us can't get there.

[ And oh gods, Sleipnir trying to trick the snake. Right now he's not too sure how well that would work out. ]

[He lifts his head up, looking upset at the very idea of it. Nostrils flare and his two back hooves move up, letting him rock back a bit. Disobey his rider? Could he do that?

...well, technically, he never did tell him not to do such a thing, right? Odin wouldn't believe he'd gotten the idea to do it on his own, of course, but perhaps Sleipnir could play dumb enough long enough for it to come out as a son who longed to know his parent.

Me? That would be going against my rider's wishes. But...he has never told me this before, so I...perhaps I will. I will have to plan it, however, and find a time when I can go running on my own.]

[ Sleipnir could put the blame on Fenrir, and to be honest, the wolf would expect him to. He's chained and bound until Ragnarok, and Odin wouldn't dare do anything that could make it come faster, or so he thinks. As far as the wolf's concerned, there's not much the Allfather can do to get back at him.

He's not always very good at seeing the big picture. ]

Just keep it secret -- in the family, you know? They're the only ones you can trust, sometimes.

[There would have to be very dire circumstances for him to so much as whimper out his newly met half-brother's name if pressed for it. He is too good at keeping secrets, which is the only reason Huginn and Muninn seem to trust him with info from time to time.

Do not worry, brother. I am a very good keeper of secrets. I will not tell a soul, not at all.]

[ Amber eyes look his brother over, but though they belong to a wolf, he's hardly being predatory at the moment. Then Fenrir shifts again, this time nuzzling a bit at one of Sleipnir's legs. ]

Thanks. Good luck.

[Aha! The nuzzling, it's not something he's accustomed to. He lifts another leg slightly and makes a surprised sound at it, but then he leans his head down again and pushes against his new friend.]

Oops, look who reared her ugly head.

Strangely enough, I watched that terrible Red Riding Hood today...

aren't there like fifty of those now?

The newer one that not even Gary Oldman could save?

ahhh. I never saw it and I'm hideously thankful.

I wish I could turn back time and be like you, I really, really do.

:C if I had a timeturner...

They were all destroyed in the Department of Mysteries. SIGH.

Thanks a lot, Harry Potter 8(

Could always ask Cher!

SCREAM

WE DON'T HAVE TO!

oh good ;3;

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*love the pics of the strange kids you have on his journal wtf self