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"I can go either way! Whatever the situation calls for." *smiles broadly.* "You are very cu—I mean, manly.” *rubs her face to rid it of the blush Svend’s conjured up, swaying lightly from side to side.* “Your family must be very proud of you, to boldly go so far from home…”

*chortles in spite of herself, covering her mouth and nose to hide a snort of mirth, watching him with utter amusement in her bright green eyes.* “Now you look ridiculous. I wish you could see how funny you look.” *shakes her head, outright smirking, now.* “You’d be surprised how a small frame hides a big ego! Peter is no mighty warrior like you, but he can hold his own! Perhaps he’ll challenge you with pixie dust as a prize. That I’d like to see…!”

*laughs as she’s lifted off the ground even more, inhaling softly to get acquainted with as much of Svend as possible while she can.* “Why, it’s the mightiest tree in the forests of the Earth, of course! It grows taller than any other, and it’s as big ‘round as a castle all its own! I have to show you someday. And yes." *grins up at Svend.*

“The manliest.”

*goes a little red himself, smiling despite it* "Ah, I am cute now...?" *shakes his head a little* "They are, but I am not first to do this. Is normal for berserkers to do much travelling. We go home annually, for solstice, but some only go to home village then and no other time."

*tilts his head, grinning as he puts his hands on his hips* "Peter Pan thinks he can one up the mighty Svend? No, Svend will win! And then I can fly with pixie dust and we can go on adventure in sky together! Show me places up high you like to go, ja?"

"So I am like tree?" *laughs loudly, hoisting her up a bit more to peck her on the cheek* "Then you are pretty flower next to tree. Brighten up the whole forest with pretty petals."

*Grins and nods, stretching her hands after his in an effort to see if she can reach—and of course, she cannot, unless she were to cheat and lift herself off the ground by the use fo her wings.* “Wow! That’s so cool! This is as big as I get—but I can shrink to a lot smaller…” *giggles.* “So you really ARE giants, in a way…”

*trails off, then clasps her hands together, watching the fall of photos with the abject delight of someone actually meeting all the people pictured at once.* “They’re all so beautiful…! Your family is so impressive! They are like models made into warriors…”

*squeaks as her hair is ruffled, reaching out to catch his hand as her nose is poked, pouting a little.* “Well I’ll be sure to put in a good word with the ‘big man’, as it were—if you stop poking me!” *sticks out her tongue at him and lets go.*

"Okay!" *launches into his arms with a spring off her feet and a flare of her wings, attaching to Svend’s middle as fast and as firmly as she can, squeezing him as fiercely as she can, too—because otherwise she really isn’t sure she’ll make much of an impact on someone as strong and ferocious as a berserker.* "Wowyou’rebuiltlikeasequoia."

"Small like tiny fairy you can hold in hand? Or fairy that is like little fluttery light? This is very cute!" *chuckles sheepishly as he puts the photos back into his wallet* "Aha, no, we are just warriors through and through."

*chuckles* "Ok, I will stop the poking!" *sticks his tongue out at her too, placing his thumb on his nose and wiggling his fingers at her* "I am sure Peter Pan is very small man in many ways, if stories of never going through puberty are true."

*beams at her squeezing, hugging her back and lifting her a little further up, pecking her on the top of the head* "What is, uh... a sequ...oia...? I have never heard this word before. Is this good thing? Are you saying Svend is manly?"

*chuckles and shakes her head, but accepts the title, watching Svend with a rapidly-growing expression of fondness.* “Wait. You classify as small?!” *stares at him in disbelief, slowly looking him up and down, then bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing outright.* “Your people must be giants, Svend…” *pauses as Svend mentions bird and deer people, green eyes going sharp, then carefully flat—deciding not to mention Jackie or anyone else she knows, just in case. Maybe he’s just hunting for food, but…* “I’d like to meet your brother! More of you in general. Your people sound so—fascinating. Interesting! I want to watch you all do your—flitting and scouting and pew pew!" *mimes firing a bow and arrow.* "From a safe distance, of course! I’m not much of a fighter."

*snorts, then gently swats Svend’s arm, blushing vibrantly.* “Svend! I don’t know about the making-a-mother bit! What an awful joke.” *but finds herself grinning nonetheless, if only because Svend is, and his smile is giving her ten kinds of butterflies.* “But that being said I’m sure Peter would love to meet you…”

*tosses her hands in the air with a squeak of delight, wings fluttering madly.* “Hurray! I’ll try to come up with something more—attack-y. Less defense-y. But. That’s what I had on-hand!” *wiggles her fingers, then pauses, voice softening.* “…mayIhugyou?”

"Ha, ja, we are quite big! Pappa--uh, my... father...? Ja, father, he is very tall. Would not fit through a lot of doors. Svend can be taller, though. When we are in berserker rage, we get larger, much larger. Large like..." *lifts his hand, waving it high in the air* "This tall!"

*beams* "Ah, I will see if Karl wants to come one day! I have pictures of family in wallet, if you would like to see. My parents, brothers, sister, niece..." *pulls out the large wallet, opening it up and letting the pictures unfold like a cartoon grandfather's, images of grinning nords peering out at her* "Then you could watch all of us, using all skills to hunt together!"

*bursts out laughing, reaching out and ruffling her hair* "You say it is awful, but you are laughing!" *brings his hand down and pokes her nose* "Meeting Peter Pan sounds fun. Ja, I would like this."

"That sounds like great idea!" *blinks, giving her a wide smile before opening his arms* "Ja, we may hug! Come to Svend's manly berserker arms for best hug in Norway."

"No, that is not…" *sighs a little* "Fine Crysta, I can be king for pretty nymph.”

*nods* “Ja, this is right! Very old traditions and magic. Make us popular mercenaries and guards. In fact, I am bodyguard. Svend is very good at protecting, ja!”

*tilts head* “You… know Peter Pan? He is… real thing?” *blinks, standing there for a moment before realising she’s asked him to do something* “Oh, ja, ok!” *holds out his hands for her with a smile*

*glows with delight when he complies, swooping up and forward to kiss his forehead.* “You are king Svend. It is known!”

*beams from ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically.* “What an apt position for a man like you! You must be so very brave to be a bodyguard and a—a berserker.” *nods firmly.* “I hope you will find some respite here, though! Everyone deserves a vacation—even big heroes like you.” Maybe it’s only the—the bad ‘wolves he gets…

*smiles slightly more slyly than before, nodding once again.* “Oh yes! He lives on the Isle. He’s dating the most adorable, most beautiful imp, too! Peter Pan, dating. Times have really changed.” *grins and, folding her hands over his, concentrates—their joined digits glowing briefly, a light weight settling into Svend’s palms; that weight being a seed pod of three seeds. *

"Ta-da~!" *grins, pulling her hands away.* "Not exactly flying, but these seeds, when thrown, will distract enemies like a—a smoke screen!" *waves her hands enthusiastically, nearly hitting Svend in the face.* "Hup—sorry. But they release a ton of spores that create a smoggy wall. Disorienting for people! But good for a clean getaway!"

#svend babysits a lot he is good at this #pretending a gift is the best thing ever schtick

*blushes at the kiss, smiling at her* "Then you are Princess Crysta. This is known too."

"Brave, ja, this is things berserkers must be! We are big and strong, very... muscles and brawn! Svend is small berserker, nimble berserker. Many berserkers are like tanks, large and impenetrable, big slow attacks. Svend is fast, he flits between things! I am also very good with arrow. Climb tree and shoot, ja? With bow? In berserker hunting groups, I am like scout. Find the things we hunt. Help start to formulate plan. On own, I am like shadow, taking down things from the dark. Hunting werewolves and deer people and birds is better for nimble berserker - adds to strengths! I have little brother than hunts minotaurs and ogres and trolls. He is really tall, very muscular, would make Crysta look like tiny doll."

*laughs* "Ja, this definitely changing times! Peter Pan only interested in having a mother in stories, but now he would like to make imp become a mother in different way! This I am not expecting from odd little isle. Peter Pan having girlfriend."

*blinks at the seeds, lifting them up and peering at them in the light before looking past them at Crysta's energetic smile, putting on one of his own in return* "Ah, thank you! Very thoughtful gift! Svend will definitely use!"

*blinks at Svend owlishly, seemingly fascinated by his origins.* “Vikings…you are royalty, then! You come from people with the word ‘king’ in their name…!” *smiles a dimpled smile, propping both hands under her chin.*

"…Wow…" *slowly feels her smile slipping, but tries to keep it in place for Svend’s benefit, her stomach lurching a little at the realization that he means werewolves, like—people-wolves, not…wild wolves…not that that’d make it any better, mind.* “I—I see! Your people make a living off this sort of hunting and…raiding.” *nods, logging all this away to memory little by little, wide green eyes fixed on Svend.* “They’re almost like—video game power-ups…” *puffs out her cheeks, then smiles and sits up a little more, shaking her head, deciding not to protest Svend’s activities—if it’s the way he lives, then live and let live…till proven otherwise.*

"Sadly, the gift of flight I cannot give you. You’d have to ask Peter himself for that, handsome Svend! He is around here somewhere…" *purses her lips, trying to determine what it is she COULD gift him—ah. Sne snaps her fingers.* "Ah! I know. Hold out your hands for me!"

#no one tell crysta what hanson eats then

"No, that is not..." *sighs a little* "Fine Crysta, I can be king for pretty nymph."

*nods* "Ja, this is right! Very old traditions and magic. Make us popular mercenaries and guards. In fact, I am bodyguard. Svend is very good at protecting, ja!"

*tilts head* "You... know Peter Pan? He is... real thing?" *blinks, standing there for a moment before realising she's asked him to do something* "Oh, ja, ok!" *holds out his hands for her with a smile*

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"Be…Berserker." -scrunches her nose and tilts her head.- "What’s that mean, if you don’t mind me asking? I don’t think there’s any of you where I’m from—then again you seem one of a kind." *grins.* "I can make you a trophy! I’m good at making things!"

"Oh, berserker, they are old viking warriors! They are famous for getting very angry and wearing the skin of animals and being most fearsome warriors on battlefield. Most of this is true."

*blinks before laughing* "Ah, they are not this type of trophy! Perhaps wrong term... I am not good with English. They are... things we take. From hunting, often. Like, uh... the skin of werewolf gives more power to berserker rage, very effective for raids on full moons. Also give some immunity to werewolf bites, very useful. Werewolf teeth good for big attack, working like pack, war cries... You get trophies from berserk duties, and then trophies make you better at them, ja? Some trophies are gifts from alliances and friendships, however. You could give me trophy gift, like... uh... do you have fairy dust? Like in Peter Pan? Can use flight-associated trophies to improve speed and agility!"

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"You are having das fun with dhis other woman, I am seeing."

"Sasha, this would only be issue if we are dating. We are not dating. We are not anywhere near dating. There is you and then there is dating and in middle there is large river of lava."

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"Nor…way? Wow! That sounds -way- far away. I bet you’re very important there! You are surely important everywhere. You’re handsome, and tall, and charming, and kind. What’re you doing all the way out here?!" O^O

"Ha, n-no, not important. I am just berserker warrior. I am here for many things, though--to see new places, to work, to gain new trophies and power... Many things!"

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Sasha: -headswivel.- :V

"Ja…?"

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*blushes brighter red, wings now whirring with delight.* “Ah—gosh. You’re quite the Prince Charming, aren’t you! Where are you from? A land far, far away?”

"Haha, I do not know about this. But ja, I am from faraway land of Norway!"

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Sasha: -headswivel.- :V

"Ja...?"

#tristanvoiler-tow

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*blushes and smiles, hiding her face in her hands promptly.* >////< “Ah—yes! Well. Sort of. A type of fairy. Called a nymph! Oh—I’m sure you already knew that, Mr…? Andthankyouforbeingsonice!”

"Steensen! I am Svend Steensen. You are very welcome, pretty nymph Crysta."