Snow falling into damp curls, he sucked down the last of his cigarette. Wished it was a fucking joint, but whatever. Fuck what he wanted, right?
Yeah.
Well that shit could go both ways too.
In fact, in one midgardian’s opinion, it had to.
So tossing his cigarette into the snow like some jerk who littered— then quickly and quietly cursing under his breath to retrieve the butt to throw in the nearby ashtray, he turned his head upward to holler at the sky.
“—GET ME T-“
No time to consider whatever look that was on Heimdall’s face, the boy was already back off in his run, following only what he could know without seeing.
@rxne









