#tyr interactions

tyr had never made it a point to speak to will's siblings. a polite acknowledgement here, some words exchanged briefly there, but nothing substantial. they knew he wasn't close to them, or wasn't close to them in the way tyr had once been with their siblings. the friesals, it seemed, did most everything separately, whereas even as tyr and vidar had gotten older, it had been rare to see only one magnussen at home. they'd interacted with the king even less, remembering all too well the few, blessedly brief times they had been in his presence, and the familiar unease that reared up. but this had been the longest they'd stayed in scotland, and it was...eye opening.

in their head, it had been easiest to equate will's siblings to their own, to understand how they all fell into place. chloe and clara, simple enough. there was no good comparison for vidar, which was to be expected. tyr did not want to look for similarities to halldor in will's brothers, but. which, finally, left lachlan and hagen. tyr had idolized hagen, viewed him as everything they'd never measure up to, and, mostly due to the age gap between them, spent their formative years chasing after him, always three steps behind. will and lachlan, it seemed, did not share the same camaraderie, or at least, not in the same way. it had been confusing in the beginning, but tyr never questioned it. so it was not out of malice they'd barely spoken to lachlan, but rather...confusion? where was the line?

well, confusion and the fact they were rarely crossing paths, and when they did, in the dead of night or early morning, they both made a point to not acknowledge it. other than that, it seemed they never crossed paths. today, however. at the mention of snow tyr had been insistent on taking anneliese outside, and, catching sight of lachlan now, something seemed...not quite right. well aware of the whispers, but not sure how much truth any of them held, maybe it was more nosiness than concern that had them leading anneliese to toddle closer. on seeing him, it was almost blink and you miss it, the discoloration on his cheek and eye that seemed well into the stages of healing, but not quite done. tyr's a lot of things, but they're not an idiot. covering anneliese's ears where she'd plopped herself down into the bit of snow, they raise an eyebrow at him, staring at the fading bruise. "there are...quite a lot of whispers floating about. does that not worry you? they have a way of reaching the wrong people rather quickly."

the dull ache radiating from his temples, as well as a few, ahem, other reminders of his previous night had left tyr in, somehow, a more foul mood than the one that had prompted the overindulgence the night previous. this mood can be felt clearly as he berates a guard, gesturing aggressively before waving him away. he sighs loudly, a hand going to the left side of his face from years of habit, skating over scars and the patch covering his eye before running through his hair. his irritation does not lie with the guards, and perhaps they know this. perhaps everyone but he himself is aware of why these whispers that have reached him, mingling with the memories of the last glimpses he'd caught of will before making his own way elsewhere, have struck such a nerve. it would hardly surprise him. he couldn't name it, or maybe he didn't want to, but it felt like everyone understood people before he did.