#* thread. (narvi)

       At first, he almost thinks he’s seeing things. It’s been so long since he’s heard from his father that he’d suspected that he’d met the same fate as many of the other pagan gods had. He figures that it’s probably exhaustion from overextending his magic today that has his mind playing tricks on him, but then he blinks and the figure is still there. Could it really be...? Well, Narvi’s always considered himself an optimist, and if it really is just his eyes deceiving him, then what does he have to lose? After what feels like an eternity, he finally finds his voice and hears himself ask, “father?” // @gavrele​ ♥’d (for narvi)!

       He’s kept himself busy enough over the past few days, seeing as there’s no shortage of things to do. But he knows that it’s at least in part a distraction, and there are people he should really speak with— even if he can’t really find the words at the moment. So, he finds the time to slip away, wandering over to where he figures he’ll find Thor around this time of day. Luckily, it doesn’t take all that much time to find him. “Uncle?” he asks, tapping lightly on the open door to announce his presence and peering into the room. There’s a small pause before he continues. “Are you— are you well?”  // @thvnderer​ ♥’d (for narvi)!

       He can sense that something is off, but Narvi’s not really one to make presumptions. Perhaps it’s too trusting of him, especially in this day and age, but he likes to live by the idea of innocent until proven guilty. In any case, he’s not about to turn away a strange who might need his help. “Yes?” he asks, tilting his head slightly and regarding the other man closely. “Was there something you needed?”  // @hellfirebound ♥’d (for narvi)!

       “Mother!” Narvi says, catching up to her and tugging lightly on her dress to get her attention. He’s spent much of the day playing outside with his brother, leaving the adults to attend to whatever it was they did all day. It’s getting darker now, though, so he and Váli had come back home. The boy smiles brightly at her, then offers the flowers he’s holding with his other hand. “I thought you might like these,” he explains. “There were a lot of pretty flowers growing near here.” // @sigrvif ♥’d (for narvi)!

       It’s not often that he sees other pagan gods these days, mostly due a combination of his own somewhat reclusive reputation and their apparently dwindling numbers. It’s a a grim thing to think about, and sometimes, he can’t help but wonder how much of his own pantheon is left. Odin is probably dead, at least, and he hasn’t heard from his father in years. If the rumors are to be believed, it would seem as though Heaven isn’t doing well, either. “These past few years have not been good to our kind,” he says, frowning slightly before looking back up at the goddess. “But I’m glad to see that you’re well.” // @blessedisdeath ♥’d (for narvi)!

       This isn’t the first time he’s been to New York, but the city never ceases to amaze him. It reminds him of Asgard, in some ways— except that it has a far higher pigeon population and more bagel shops. Speaking of the birds, Narvi finds himself watching a group of them near the bench he’s sitting on in Washington Square Park. It isn’t as though he has more important places to be, anyway. But he’s so lost in his thoughts that it takes a moment for him to notice that someone’s approached him, which has him looking up somewhat apologetically. “I’m sorry. Did you want to sit here?” // @omanatus ♥’d (for narvi)!

       “Norns,” he breathes, catching himself on the edge of a desk before staring for a moment in disbelief. This can’t be real, can it? And after all this time, why now? Narvi takes a moment to collect himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head briefly. “I— I’m sorry. Is this...are you truly here?” // @praeco ♥’d (for narvi)!

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