May I have your autograph? [Tag Victor]

Blue eyes stared up at the dark skye, blinking slowly for what must've been the 100th time by this point. Wow, how long had he been laing on this rooftop anyways? It surprised even him when time just passes by without him even noticing. Well at leats this time he had (according to him) a good reason.
The young Asgardian smiled contently to himself, finally pushing himself up into a sitting position, lettiing his gaze wander over the city lighting up the night with it's many lights. He knew earth wasn't perfect, but he still found even the simplest things here just so.... pleasant. One amongst his many favorite things here was watching the sunrise. Or like in this case, the sunset. He had just casually laid down on this peaceful hill and watched the sky slowly turn to nightfall, mentally savign the image of the beautiful colors he's had the privilege to see this evening.
.....Wow, he sure didn't think like a typical warrior. He snorted to himself, strecthign his arms above his head.
Better find a place to sleep in for the night, he thoguth to himself. Maybe he'll just sleep right here~ Might as well take the rare opportunity now that his mother allowed him some free days.

There was a sudden choking noise and seconds later a corpse landed right behind him, "Oops I guess I squeezed too hard." A sinister sounding voice said before Victor appeared. He didn't seem at all concerned with the dead body though and merely gave it a bored look before looking at the young man who was giving him a surprised look. Victor was studying him with a difficult to read expression, "Have we met?" He asked abruptly as he stepped over the body like it wasn't even there.

(pfffffft what an entrance Vic xD <3333)

Egil didn't really react as the corpse landed beside him, just gave it a look to make sure the man was dead before just as calmly look up at other stranger, smile still intact. "I don't belive we have," he replied brightly, jumping up to his feet with new excitment and holding out his hand for a a handshake. He must say he kinda liked the way they said 'hello' on earth. "I get the feeling it would be too hard to forget you sooooo..... Hello!"

(who does know what his deal is??? xDDDD *huggles*)

Egil didn't look the slightest offended when the man ignroed his hand and casually let it fall back to his side, putting his hands into his pockest instead. "Haha that obvious am I?" he snickerd, glancing back towards the city again. The humans sure knew how to make pretty lights....
The blonde cast a look back at the man again, eyes catching a glint of his nails stretching out. Was it just him or did the guy seem... angry?
He titled his head. "Everything ok with you?" he asked, genuinely concerned for the stranger. He sreached the mans eyes, and then smiled again boyishly. "You kinda remind me of a wolf."

(oh gosh, getting Vic/Torunn feels x'3)

(ouuuuuch :'3 Viiiiiic<3333 *huggles him*)

This time, the smile actually vanished as Egil heard his mother's name leave the man's lips. He blinked a couple of times, frowing in confusion, feeling both excitment and something heavy start to grwo in the pit of his stomach the more Victor said.
He cast a glance down to the corpse at their feet. "So, this poor man was just unlucky to run into you today?" he guessed, his usually hyper and happy tone now calm instead. He recalled those late nights by the fire he rarely got to spend with his mother growing up, when she would tell him about her travels and people she's met. One of his favourites was obviously those about earth, and even though she never told him any names, he always guessed that certain 'Wolfie' she'd bring up had been someone special.
He looked up and faced the man again, friendly smile back in place as he once again held out his hand for a shake. "Allow me to introduce myself properly; I'm Egil Thruerson, descendant of Odin and the only son of the proud Valkyire, Torunn Thorsdaughter."




(pffft i'm having a little too fun now x'D)

As he mentioned twenty-six years being a long time for him, he snorted "For most humans it might be." He said with a shrug. As he talked about her, he smirked "I can imagine...she always did like to do her own thing." He said shortly before he turned away again. "So how old are you then?" He asked as he studied the kid...he seemed to be in his mid twenties but he had a feeling he might be older then that.

Victor frowned thoughtfully and studied the kid in front of him...it couldn't be? "Who's your dad?" He asked as he gave him a penetrating look. The longer he stayed at the kid, the more he could see the resemblance with Torunn...he had the same blue eyes and the same way of hitting the wrong buttons. Though even Victor was surprised at the restraint he was showing thus far...maybe it was because he had already killed someone earlier on.

( ;3; )

Egi's smile fell slightly, chuckling under his breathe. Ah there it was, he thought to himself. The inevitable question.
He gave Victor shrugg. "No one beside mother knows," he said simply, not looking too concerned or botherd over the fact. He did notice the way Victor was taking him, thinking about something the more he stared at him. Should he be worried? He could almost tocuh the tension in the air at that moment.
"Um... everyone including me thinks it may be a black elf though," he conditued, feeling like he owned the guy a better answer or something. He didn't want to upset him already! But... apparently he had a talent at pissing people off, but unlike his mother it was never intentionally.
As soon as he had said his sentence though, another thought hit him. "That.... doesn't explain my fast ageing though..." he frowned, mubling more to himself.

Egil frowned, deep in his own thoughts again. He never really botherd question his mother about this so much... mostly beacuse he never really saw any point in it. The Aesir was known for 'mingling' with all kinds or races afterall, and alot of them ended up having children. But if they weren't as 'pure' as the Aesir or the other races in Asgard, meaning half-human, the offsprings were left to grow up in Midgard. But... Egil hadn't been thrown out... so he couldn't possibly be part human right....?
The more he thought about this, the more questions arose.
"You still haven't answerd me," he pointed out after a moment of silence. "How close were you with my mother?"
It was one of those rare times he sounded just like his mother. Demanding.

Victor chuckled, "And you sound just like her too, we were close...at one point I even considered asking her to be my wife but then one day she just left. Didn't tell me where she was even going, I just woke up one day and she was gone. I waited a few years for her to come back but she never did, so I moved on." He said with a shrug.