This is the one. This is the grand piece of literature that has been bestowed upon his very existence. Feeling full of glee, Njord twirls around and hugs the book right against his chest. After so long of searching for something to properly occupy his mind... he finally found the one! So maybe this was fairly dramatic but even so, he quickly went to buy this book before anyone else managed to get their hands on it- even though it was already in his hands, but, the god couldn’t take any chances. He has read thousands of books front to cover and perhaps this one would be the next on his list for students to study. Perfect.  Approaching the front counter and exchange a simple hello with a smile, he places the book down and prepares himself by reaching within his pocket in search of his wallet. His hands curl around leather and he immediately brings it out into the open. While the woman at the register was busy scanning his book- in the corner of his eye he saw the entire read fall directly out of her hands and to the floor below. At first it caused him to have a slight panic attack, the male bouncing back as the sound thundered within his eardrums for having not anticipated the fall just before.  Holding his wallet firmly with an opened mouth, he looks to her gaze and then to the top of the counter, as he could not see anywhere below that. It’s then that he starts to chuckle. Even though small, he meant absolutely no harm in it.  “I’m sorry... are you alright today?” 

Nightfall had always caused the temperatures to drop within these lands and at some points in time it was a bit frustrating to deal with. One could never know if they were to wear long or short sleeves, to bring a jacket or to remain bare. It was a stroll that these two decided to take and, almost as if they were robots, the hours of the nights lingered on the more they continued. What time was it already? They were having conversations that seemed to have lasted for centuries and Njord would’ve been extremely ecstatic to have the pleasure in knowing more. It’s just that- he noticed a chill rushing through Krystal’s body and a wave of concern flooded his core. As he did feel the shift in coolness dropping, the god did what he thought was best to do. An easy slide of his blazer down to his elbows, the male instinctively worked to get the extra cloth away from his body and around the shoulders to the petite woman walking just beside him.  “Here.”  He says this while leaning in slightly, ensuring that the garments were properly wrapped around his small frame. It was no secret that the jacket was far too big for her, but that made the matters even better. A lingering warmth resonated within the materials and provided a sort of heater-effect to her chilled shoulders and arms. With a warm and affection gaze, it is soon followed by a smile as he straightens his posture after instructing the clothing to fit her as best it could. “We should probably be getting you somewhere inside. I think there’s a station nearby where we can get you some soup, too.”  To be honestly Njord hadn’t the slightest clue of what Krystal liked to eat and didn’t. That just wasn’t his concern, however, and he placed the palm of his hand against the stretch of her back while leading the woman to a different direction other than the path they were currently on. He brought the two down a small street, his mind calculating the exact coordinates of where this station had been. It’s like an iPhone GPS system was installed within his brain and it has been like that ever since he came to creation. Soon enough, they arrived to a tiny (and awfully cute) Seven Eleven. Stepping into the light and opening the door wide open, he suggests her to enter before himself and quickly follows behind. As the door jingles and comes to a close, the cold temperatures of outdoors finally lift and they’re provided with heat of baking goods.  With a bit of excitement Njord hurriedly goes to see the pastries on display, childishly flattening his hands against the glass and nose touching while peering towards a boston cream. Of course he can be a gentleman— mostly.  “Did you want anything???”

An area far from crowded, the god stands in front of a vendor of sorts that had been selling an array of flowers. He is leaning over the stands with wandering eyes, lips pulled into a warm smile that complimented the hazelnut hues of his tanned skin. The bouquets called out to him, beckoning for his nose to nestle within their petals and become enchanted by the comforting aromas they presented. He had busied himself within a particular batch of cherry hued tulips, the bouquet already locked within his hands. The sounds of the brown paper surrounding it crinkled to any ears nearby the scene. It was the little things in life that truly mattered. Today on his stroll he did his best to avoid the bustling scenes of people. Njord could feel his headaches beginning to act up so he knew it was soon time to flee. Still, he needed this very moment in time to purchase these beauties.  He already knew what vase to plant them within. It was his favorite spot within his entire home— a small table placed just in front of a window that offered a view to the earths surrounding the buildings. A light would cast in from the small kitchen to provide the bright ray of sunshine. It would always rest right over this table and he would often times rest in this area with a book in hand. Simplicity.  Hearing a gentle clearing of a throat, this yanks Njord’s mind back into consciousness and he visibly perks up to meet the eyes of the shop’s clerk. A crooked smile swept across his features, the god digging within his pocket for some bills and exchanging it with the seller. He turns away from the stand, offering those tulips another swift whiff as his eyes lift to head off— and he instantly makes direct eye contact with another man. The view created a jump of his heart, feeling the beating limb attempting to rush out the very stretch of his throat. A breeze sweeping the lands caused his own loosely fitted clothing to ripple in effect, bits and pieces of his own tattoos from collar bone to chest peeking out.  Njord is frozen. The man standing before him was a sculptor of beauty... and why was he still staring? Glancing quickly down to his newly bought bouquet, quick thinking had him digging within to snatch a stem, pulling out a single tulip. He then walks towards this being and presents to flower with an awfully awkward... yet, charming smile.  “I hope this... makes you feel the same way I do.”  Was that too much? Njord could be an intense individual, but his emotions were constantly rushing miles a minute and intensity is all he knew. The god was either everything or simply nothing at all... even to a stranger. 

Eyes snapping open, Njord immediately shoves his body up. The blood rushes to his brain and he’s overrun but an extreme urge to topple over. He had to remind himself that human forms required more attention than what he had just given himself. Don’t get up so fast. Wrinkling eyebrows had pressed, the god bringing his palm to his head while gentle rubbing against his forehead. A drowsiness weighed heavy at his shoulders, mouth craved liquids, and a gentle tension pressed within the temples of his forehead with a light throb. A hangover he was experiencing, something that didn’t often come by him even after wasting the night away within liquor or wine. Exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, the male sluggishly removes himself from the couch that supported his resting spirit and he saunters off.  It’s when he reaches the middle of the living room that he freezes in his spot. Eyes still small and squinted, he takes one good look around to realize that he’s not only hungover but still some minor level of intoxicated-... and this is definitely not his house. It is a home to one of his “brothers” one could say. A certain awareness comes to his mind of these facts and he gathers their interaction as quickly as he could... but failed. There was little to no recollection of what chain of events occurred to bring him where he is now, so Njord shrugs it off and brings himself to find the bathroom.  Arms out, his fingertips grazed the wall that hugged closest on his own side. It’s dark. There is a light on within the restroom that shines underneath the stretch of wood but even he is too preoccupied with his own dizziness to notice. In a quick motion he turns the knob and pushes the door wide open to be greeted... with... A... O...h... my.  Oh.  Oh my.  Eyes now at a full large, Njord’s entire face burns with heat and he clumsily finds the door handle while spitting out apologies left and right. He stumbles back in efforts to close the door with his heart leaping into his throat. Even having successfully shut the door, he’s now helplessly leaning against it. “I AM... SO... so.... SOOOOOOOOOOOO... very.... sorry...”  He cleared his throat.  “-...And you have a nice butt.” 

His consciousness was coming to. A face full of a scent that was unfamiliar filled his nostrils with a single inhale. Eyes cracking open, the male’s mind had been encased within a thick fog that he hard a difficult time peeling apart upon awakening. He felt his body in a gentle sway as a boat rocking back and forth upon shifting waters would feel. The sensation was quite nostalgic however the more his awareness perked up, unease was certainly in his rising emotions. Squeezing his eyes together several times, Njord eventually brought his head to a lift to gaze forward. His legs were locked within a grip, wrapped around some unknown man’s hips while his arms rested to the shoulders.  How on earth did he get into this situation..?  Unable to gather any recollection of before, the stirring male swallowed down, suddenly realizing the immense dryness within his mouth. A dehydrated tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, the god almost grimacing at the sensation. Right. Must’ve been the alcohol yet again. The man carrying him was walking- somewhere. He wasn’t entirely sure, but Njord had a feeling he must’ve just passed out somewhere on the beach. This was actually a fact, the remnants of sand spilling from his legs and feet as they pressed on.  Voice coming out tiredly (and groggy) he summoned whatever words he could in apology. “... You smell good, man.”  Alright, a weird apology... but he did smell good. 

A lap full of a bundle of comfort from a god riddled in the cases of the afterlife. On a bench they were seated upon, the stars within the sky winking at their resting bodies while it sparkled from above. Njord didn’t mean to fall asleep the way that he did— and whenever awakening he was surely to apologize... but the male was tired. Oh so very tired. A tiredness that he wondered if Thanatos could feel if observed closely enough. This night a vulnerability was revealed within the god of the wind and sea. He had shifted to instead lay his body down into the bench, the round of his cheek and head nestling within a set of paired thighs as his body somewhat curled up to hold none other but himself. It was a craving so thick with desire he struggled with on a daily basis— affection. It didn’t matter to Njord whether it was platonic or romantic. Loneliness sent him into madness and he constantly sought it out.  So within scenarios such as this, he was always the first to act. Never were his intentions ill-willed, having decided to lay within this man’s lap and listen to the voice speaking into the stilled air around themselves. It was that very voice that caused his mind to drift off and eventually arrive to unconsciousness. Surprisingly there were still many firsts within Njord’s books and this, by far, was a peculiar one indeed. He never fell asleep to someone’s voice that had been speaking directly to himself. It was usually the voices of boring lectures or orders he had to deal with from administration within his workplace. Within Thanatos’ tones, there was a blanket of comfort he managed to find.  Hopefully, he didn’t mind. 

“HAAAAAAaaaaa—..! Pleaaaaaaseee opeeeeen... I just want a hug... I’ll leave after... pretty pleaase!”  Yeah, hopefully he’ll never remember any of this. 

Sitting on the grass on a warm spring afternoon he leaned back to watch the cloudy skies. There wasn’t anyone around and the two of them were free to just be themselves... which is all Njord could ever ask for. He loved the relationship that he shared with Felix. Their bond felt entirely too sweet— as a father would love his son, as a uncle would follow along his nephew. Somewhere within those lines it is what this had felt like. While enjoying their time, the god knew that the smaller individual probably went back to the car to gather the rest of the blankets. It was a little sentimental picnic they were sharing. Staring down at his shoes, Njord’s eyebrows furrowed while he wondered why he was wearing them in the first place on such a beautiful day.  Reaching forward, he begins untying the laces and grabs a hold to the end of a boot. He had just started to pull it out and realized... the boot was stuck. In a little struggle he attempts to bring his leg closer so he can properly remove the shoe— but in time, he ends up releasing his footing though finding a boot smacking right into the center of his forehead. This caused him to grunt in response, Njord quickly bringing his hand to his face to rub at the area.  And that’s when he heard the laughter somewhere in the background.  “—Yeah, next time it’ll be you! Karma isn’t so nice!” huffing out while releasing a laugh, he shook his head. What a little brat.  A cute brat- and he wasn’t so bratty anyway... 

“I hope you’re having a good day, at least...”

His head tilted back while the alcohol flowed down the inner tubing of his throat. Bringing it back to level, it was the music that managed to glue to his physical body. Each note had caused a bounce in his footing, a bop of his head more-or-less while he jammed to the beat. It was a song in the English language, the instrumentals rather upbeat however the lyrics themselves dampening to anyone’s spirit that understood. His blocked eyebrows seemed to rest rather heavily upon his dark brown orbs, Njord’s body swaying some to the side while he stared at his company. They were near the back of the club, secluded in their own little world and enjoying the company they both had to offer. It was the first time these two sat down and let loose. Actually, the god of wind and the sea had no recollection of the last time they had spoken. Thankfully today changed that.  He knew what this man was all about but none of that felt threatening. In a way, all of these gods and goddesses were on leveled grounding. They all had strengths and weaknesses. Njord wasn’t a special case. The words slipped freely. “I’m scared.”  Smacking his lips together as they made a popping noise, he lowered his gaze to the table the two of them were seated at.  “... Very scared.” 

"Don’t let go!”  He yelled this through his bubbly laughter, Njord’s body bouncing up and down as his feet stomped against the ground. They’re currently crossing a stone bridge with vehicles of all sorts passing by on their way to work. It was a trip outside of Mount Phoenix and on the lands of South Korea itself. Most called this “Banpo Bridge.” It connected two opposing districts together and proudly stood over the Han River. The sky was full of colors that night- a dark blue with a hint of pink casting above their heads while nightfall steadily came. He didn’t care for the mortals staring oddly while they rushed by. The figure of the female against his back and their happiness could probably be felt by the most jealous or harmonious of souls surrounding them.  The path was narrow. He zipped around couples and children alike. The little fronts of Lily’s feet bobbed as he only pressed on. Ahead of them, the bridge only continued longer and this task was easy to complete as a god’s energy was far greater than anything other. It was the first time in so many long nights that he finally felt that emotion he had been desperately craving.  Happiness.  He was so happy- and he was happy to be with her, an heir to his legacy... his niece.