though he had met the son of hades previously, lars only offered the other a passing glance as he saw him in the bathhouse – a second instance for them both. the last time had been fine, a simple word exchange, but he wasn’t so eager to repeat it. lars had come here for soaking alone, intent on melting away the burdens of the previous week in the thermal waters, so company wouldn’t be necessary.
the innkeeper returned after a brief absence, just as winters appeared. “your bath is ready, mr. lars! we managed to secure you the last available tub! quite a busy week, i’m afraid, especially as we try to get past the spring chill!”
he fought off a groan. of course, it was the last available tub and of course, winter was here. the northman considered his prospects for a moment, then let out a sigh. “you can take it,” he told winter. “i’ll head off to the lake.”
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