"I gotta go." The raven gets no response. Not even when he ruffles his feathers and puffs out his chest in warning. The white god has learned to ignore his companions much to Huginn's chagrin. More drastic measures have to be taken and the bird gets Heimdall's attention when he pulls a bundle of hair from the god's scalp with his beak.
"I SAID I GOTTA GO!" Mission accomplished and haphazardly flying to avoid fists and thrown objects alike Thought takes wing out the nearest open window.
"What a fuckhead." Munnin offers sleepily from her perch before tucking her head beneath her wing and falling asleep once more.
"I SAID I GOTTA GO!" Mission accomplished and haphazardly flying to avoid fists and thrown objects alike Thought takes wing out the nearest open window.
"What a fuckhead." Munnin offers sleepily from her perch before tucking her head beneath her wing and falling asleep once more.