#frenrir

Some arts for a story my friend here is writing involving Gabriel and his children (you know, how he was Loki? and had all those critter children? yeah those)

I don’t even know how to group all these, so for now have some Frenrirs and Sleipnirs.

“Thorin, are you sure this is safe?”

“Little brother, I am appalled at how you regard me in such frail faith.” A hand fisted over the chest, eyes wide but bright with laughter, “Have I ever steered you wrong to deserve such treatment?”

Frerin’s looked far from amused, rolling his eyes heavenwards with a silent prayer to Aule to please pleasepleaseplease spare him from the misfortune that has latched onto his brother’s side like a starving puppy to a piece of bacon. “Considering what Mister Balin had said about mother never having a gray hair until you learned to walk…”

Thorin waved his brother off, jumping to his feet and balancing precariously on the edge of the rooftop. Literally half a step forwards was a five floor plunge to the ground and beyond that a sweeping view of all the relevant structures on campus; from the decrepit management office converted to a gym to the paper-like gardens blooming with colour, from the rows of classes to the cafeteria which in a final act of supreme dictatorship, was build on the opposite side of campus. “So you’re telling me you’d rather face Gollum for a whopping 50 minutes than spend time with your older brother?”

“Professor Meyers happens to be the best English teacher this school has ever seen,” Frerin dictated lightly. He left his post, moving closer to his brother but not taking that one faithful step towards the ledge.

Thorin’s gaze was unimpressed, “May I remind you that he crawled, I repeat—crawled—into class on the first day and waited behind the door to ask us riddles before he let us in? Wearing a red robe and actual horns on his head?”

Frerin laughed despite himself, “So he’s a little eccentric—“

“He CRAWLED.”

“Okay, I get it but—“

“CRAWLED.”

Frerin took a final tentative step forwards and onto the ledge alongside his brother. The brothers feared little and heights were definitely not among them. “Alright, alright. You do have a point Thorin, but still—“

This time the noise that interrupted him was not originated from Thorin. It was a scream that froze Frerin to the very core; his expression mimicked by Thorin who—in the aftermath of the shock—began to pitch forwards and was saved by nothing more than a curved, feminine hand latching onto his shirt and forcefully yanked Thorin backwards. He let out a noise that was one part cry and one part yell and entirely the sound of a nearly grown man falling onto his ass as he did just that.

Frerin stepped down with decidedly more grace than his older brother, plastering a winning smile on his face as he met his Dis’s livid, stormy gaze. “Sister.”

“WHAT WERE YOU TWO THINKING YOU FOOLS DISAPPEARING LIKE THAT AND BY AULE HELP ME IF YOU DO THAT EVER AGAIN LEAVE ME BEHIND I HAD TO ANSWER TO THE PRINCIPAL OVER WHERE YOU TWO HAD GOTTEN YOUR ASSES STUCK THIS TIME HELP ME I WILL HURT. YOU. BOTH.”

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