Just when Aksel thought the day was all going to be down hill there was a little bit of a bright side showing itself, or rather himself. When the Scot first approached him he had simply assumed it was just another pair of those judgmental eyes coming over here to declare him a villain that should go back to where he came from; fortunately that was far from the case.
Chest still puffed out as the man asked for a moment he gave a simple nod, “You may.” he responded waiting for insults and threats a plenty. As the man began to speak his tense shoulders began drop and his arms were no longer so tightly folded.
“I… I din’t realize you were so close behind me, I’m truly sorry f I put you in any danger.” He stammered out. He had noticed someone was behind him for quite sometime, but towards the end his thoughts got the better of him.
“Shebang?” He muttered quietly before he extended his arm and shook Leo Fitz’s hand - Perhaps a touch to hard- as he introduced himself. “Aksel son of Aslaug, resident asgardian, baker, and warrior… The whole shebang…” He added questioning if that was a common phrase or something traditional for these “Scots” to use.
While speaking, Leo took special notice in the man’s body language. He was calming down, relaxing as Fitz spoke. Odd, though maybe not unexpected. The accent soothed many a people... and he wasn’t insulting the man for being different. Out of the two options, it was most likely the latter that helped the man the most.
“Nah, not your fault. I was tha one close; don’ apologize ‘or ma mistake!” Fitz chuckled, wanting to wave away the man’s concern as quickly as possible. He didn’t need to feel so guilty over a small incident. It could have been worse, but he fixed it. Simple, no problem.
Aksel’s handshake caught Fitz off-guard, but he chose to cry out inwardly instead of out. So his hand was now a little crushed... in the grand scheme of things, not too bad. Just a little painful, little inconvenient. “You have got tha, tha uh... sorry. I uh, this happens a lot ta me. That hand of yours... very strong.” He grinned, offering half a shrug at his words. It wasn’t exactly what he meant, but the idea was there.
“So lemme get this straight,” Leo started, beginning to meander over towards a bus bench. “You’re Asgardian, an’ a warrior, an’ a baker. Forget tha shebang, you’re a freakin’ package!” Leo laughed, clapping his hands together at the thought. “I swear if ya tell that ta anyone, especially tha ladies, they’ll be runnin’ straight ‘or ya. That’s amazin’, Aksel.”
