The lights of the cell buzzed above him, standard for the prison, but serving no benefit to Hoder as he sat. The sound was low, relatively unobtrusive as it coursed through the ceiling and the walls, providing the barrier that was meant to keep him in.

Not that Hoder planned on going anywhere. He had done it, after all.

He had killed an innocent man.

Hoder tucked up into himself against the low-buzzing wall. Trial would come soon enough, he thought. He would confess and have it done with.

His arrow, his crime--accident or not.

They had all been intending harm--striving for it. At what point could they differentiate manslaughter from murder if the intent there, embedded in the contest?

At what point would punishment be enough, he lamented with his next long breath down toward his kneecaps, for what he had done? For what he had caused so many to lose in the death of such a promising young man? Friend of the prince, first of his graduating class, newly engaged--and he had cut all that promise down by arrows of his own craft.

Hogun harrumphed again against the console of the marauder’s craft they had used. A few hyper-jumps in and it had barely retained enough fuel to get them through the first range of mountains once they had arrived at the Nornir landmass. While he had not anticipated the craft would have the fuel capacity to get them to their destination, he had been hoping that it would have carried them at least half the way.

The trouble with optimism, he thought, was that it so often led to disappointment.

“Fuel’s out,” he reported to the rest of the group crammed into the cabin with him. He checked the instruments as best he could understand for any rogue intrusions on the scanners, but found nothing amiss between the panelled screen and the thick brambles and trees he had eased the craft through. They looked to have evaded the Norn Queen’s security and defenses thus far, but that was likely due to other marauder attacks going on. They probably looked like a drop in the bucket if the attacks on Vanaheim were any example to go by.

Hogun’s feet crunched through the underbrush and snapped tree branches.

“Even defeated they still carve out considerable destruction,” he grumbled as he pushed aside another snapped bough from their path. The burn marks were easy enough to follow, and the thick exhaust from the marauder’s vehicle was still pungent on the air.

The docks felt sluggish in their activity as Hogun passed them. Most areas of town, despite their commerce and continued traffic, had slowed in the past two weeks--all for the same reason.

Hogun got the feeling Balder would have been appalled to know so many had troubled themselves over his behalf.

He fiddled with the folded parchment in his pocket as he easily brushed his way past the seaside stalls and shoppers along the wharf, adamantly pushing forward until he had crossed out of the commercial area and into the dockland houses. Crewless seacraft bobbed languidly up and down along the private marina inlets, and he finally stopped at the resonating wooden steps of one of the larger--if less well-maintained--houses at the waterfront.

It was hard to tell in daylight if the resident was in, but from what he had heard of his behaviour in the last few days--in light of recent events--the Lord Freyr was not heading back to his post as Ambassador to Alfheim any time soon.

“Suppose it’ll teach me...to underestimate your speed...” she winced, spitting blood again as her jaw continued to swell. Sif rolled a molar over her tongue, discharging the piece of bone into her palm.

"I still do not understand it," she wrapped his arm methodically, frowning at the wound in concentration. "I was almost out of the way, you didn't need to jump in there like that." Silence, and a grim stare, met her words. The shield maiden rolled her eyes, picking up her cloth and wetting it in the bowl of warmed water once more. She lifted it to the caked gore on his cheek, working steadily upward to clear away the blood and dirt.

Hogun grunted as she pressed against the wound for the fifth time with the water and cloth. She snorted at him, shaking her head as she cleaned the last of the blood away. It seemed as though it had desisted in its bleeding, and now all that was left was to bandage this last laceration. 

She pressed the adhesive white swath to the cut and nodded, putting her hands on her hips. Sif took in the vague resentment in his expression and raised her eyebrows, lips pursing in thought for only a moment before she leaned in and pressed them to the bandage, drawing back quickly and with a triumphant smile in place.

It felt like her insides were still trying to get out. 

Sif ground her teeth together and willed herself forward. One foot in front of the other. Left, right, left...don't mind the firey discomfort in her belly. They had to do this while everything was still fresh. She couldn't risk any evidence being discarded of while she was in her healing bed.

She'd die before she allowed Balder to be manipulated into loving someone, so much so that he was no longer able to function.

The ceaseless footsteps behind her only served to get on her nerves. She was in enough discomfort without someone nagging her as well. Sif turned to look at Hogun, masking her need to pause with the little show of confrontation. She leaned her hand against the wall, frowning at him disapprovingly.

Who is the first to apologize after a fight? Sif, usually. They rarely fight, however.

Who is the stubborn one? They're equally stubborn at least...though it's quite possible that Hogun is the more stubborn of the two.

Do they cuddle? No.

Do they tell each other everything? If not what do they keep from one another? Most of the things between them are unsaid and merely intuitive. Sif doesn't know much about Hogun personally, however, as he's not all that forthcoming about himself.

Who usually brings the junk food when one is upset? Hogun

Do they hold hands? No.

How comfortable are they with one another? Pretty comfortable. They do a lot of traveling together, and trust each other to keep an eye on the other's back. Hogun has seen to a lot of Sif's wounds in her life, and so she can't really afford to be shy with him, nor does she really care to be.