1st Person gets: A gentle hug

The rough contours of his face, even she could tell. That big oaf was grinning like an idiot, at least her extremely furrowed brow was hidden.

Why had she listened to him? Why had she taken that bet? When he’d mentioned his juggling skills, she couldn’t help but challenge it. Three children, she’d asked. Wouldn’t it be something to see him drop one, maybe she could help that happen.

But when he’ proceeded to toss four through the air at a gentle, but quick pace… Internally, she knew she’d be defeated.

And he wanted a hug! Why was he always seeking to try and humiliate her with these absurd gestures. It was like he fed off her ire.

So somewhat hesitantly, she’d wrapped her arms around the large man. Holding tightly and making no effort to hide the biting cold seeping from her hands.

"Is nice to meet man with strength like Braum! Do you come from cold lands as well?"