#breidabliked

((does this mean he dresses up every year? imagine baby chrom bunnie))

I gots some Headcannons || Accepting!! || @breidabliked

“Well, in /my/ world, that outfit would be considered the /height/ of fashion. Absolutely to die for. You should be appreciative of whoever designed it, for their vision was centuries ahead of this time.”

  “Is that so?”

"Are you kidding me? You look great, dude."

  Embla and Askr, although not as dramatically different as Hoshido and Nohr, were still locked in a similar conflict. Perhaps that was why Marx didn’t feel so out of place in Zenith, or even in Embla itself. Its ruler reminded him of his most beloved sibling in one way, and his father in another, and that was why he was drawn to her side. He felt that she needed him, even if she didn’t know it herself.

  Askr, on the other hand, was a place he knew little of. The prince and princess helped break him and his siblings of their forced contract to Veronica, and though Marx had chosen to still stay with her after, he admired the Askrans strength and dedication to what they believed in. And the tales he had heard in the Emblian court of their divine weapon were interesting, too. It was apparently utterly useless for battle, and only served to bring people like him from their own worlds to Zenith in a less forceful way. An artifact as valuable as that, though not directly useful in battle, would be worth protecting.

  But then, why had he found the weapon’s wielder wandering near Emblian territory without either of his royal escorts? He personally held no hostilities towards the boy, but as Veronica’s servant, he wasn’t about to let him return to Askr so easily. If he could capture him, it would surely please her. Spurring his horse forward, Marx approached the boy, and looked down on him from atop its back.