#tech013

By dusk, a tiny bundle of white fur had hid itself behind one of the decorations by Algrim’s office door, tucked in a curl with its head under its tail. Its magical energy was far weaker and unstable than it ever was, wavering at a tenth of its usual strength. Its fur too was obviously roughed up in various places, though no wound could be seen. Either way, it had fallen asleep in such a place, its little belly rising and falling with the occasional shudder that belied its lack of caution. (2)       

@whitefoxed

Vuhs had been scarce today. Usually, he’d stop by Algrim’s study whenever his schedule allowed it, updating him on his progress or spending a few moments chatting with the elder. Still, the fox’s absence was no cause for concern. Algrim had come to know him as a diligent, ambitious, and dedicated young man, always striving to excel at everything he did, and so the councillor went about his day without worrying much about Vuhs’ whereabouts.

When he returned to his study in the evening, having spent most of the day in the council room and away from his private quarters, the sight of the little white fox cowering near his door and looking rather worse for wear sent a jolt of panic through Algrim.

Stooping, he gathered the exhausted little animal into his arms and slid his fingers through his fur to check him for injuries, but found him relatively unharmed. Whoever put him through the mangle had done no serious damage, a discovery that sent a flood of relief through Algrim. It was a well-known but never-talked-about secret at court that even the ruthless king, who had no qualms about killing women and infants, had a soft spot for pups. Still, even with Malekith being ruled out as the culprit, there was no shortage of nobles and courtiers wishing ill upon Vuhs.

That the younger would come to him for protection, preferring to wait at Algrim’s door for who knew how long rather than lock himself in his own quarters to lick his wounds would have filled Algrim with astonished delight, had the situation not been so serious.

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Clear, silver eyes peered at Algrim with concern, watching the elder elf rub his eyes. He had already fallen asleep earlier while keeping the other company, only to wake and see Algrim still toiling away at the parchment with the candle burning its last quivering flame. Even if he understood what it was like to be a workaholic - committing it no less than Algrim when he had projects - watching the man he held dear become so tired tugged at his heart. 

Swishing and brushing his tails against Algrim’s arm, he stood on his paws and spun around on the man’s lap as he stretched his own lazy legs. The ear scratching was welcome, making him squint his eyes with pleasure. Nodding in reply, his front paws leapt up the desk to blow out the candle before turning and burrowing himself right back into Algrim’s arms. Of course, he trusted the elf could see well enough in the dark and carry him to bed.

A smile worked its way across Algrim’s face as he watched Lise stand up on his hind legs so he could blow out what little remained of the candle, the obvious concern for his well-being reflected in that simple gesture touching him more than he’d be willing to admit.

He stood slowly, bones creaking from the many hours spent poring over books and maps. Stifling a yawn, Algrim scooped the fox up in his arms and crossed the room, his tread light and sure in the darkness of his chamber with only the moon providing a smattering of silver light to guide him. Gently, the elf set his companion down on the bed and turned to disrobe, stripping off his formal robes to replace them with a less constricting and more comfortable nighttime attire.