|| Tricks and Teeth ||
It had been seven hundred and sixty days since he had seen the pristine shimmers of his Asgardian home, since he had seen the light of his familiar moons and sun enter his window. It had been quite some time since he had been in contact with anyone either. Family and friend alike. He had turned from them or that was what they had said. He was a traitor, a trickster and a liar. He made not comment for that. He was well aware of it but the sting of not being able to see kin was more than hurtful in the gods eyes. He had spent every winter in Central Park, welcoming the cold for it was the only normal thing he had dispute the familiarity of the park from his last visit. Every winter was the same however; quiet and lonely.
