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[theblindgodhodr]

"I would not want your ego to explode." She chuckled but it died on her lips at his flinch. Quickly she withdrew her hands from his skin and looked up at him. When he said he wished to lie down she nodded and moved to stand, giving him room to move. "Do you think you'll be able to walk or will you need help my lord?"

He chuckled and nodded. "I am glad you worry about my growing ego, lady Darcy". Honestly, he felt incredibly tired and, while he healed as fast as any other Aesir, there was a need for a soft bed and rest. "I would like to think yes, but I know better. Would you help me?"

[theblindgodhodr]

"You’re scaring me. . ."

Long, thin fingers wrapped around her pulse. He could feel it, her pulse quickening. She meant her words, it was palpable under her skin. The perks of being blind, he thought. He felt more deeply than others did. "Blood", he said out loud, as he thought about the precious liquid. "There is nothing... quite... like the smell of it", he mused, his grasp tightening as he pulled her close, his voice of a eery calm. "Have you ever smelled it? Stale blood across a battlefield?"

[theblindgodhodr]

Darcy rolled her eyes. "I am well aware of your lie." She stated as he removed his shirt, an audible gasp escaping her. Gently she pressed her fingers against his skin. "I do not know how to help your pain, I'm sorry ." She admitted weakly.

Hodr sighed, relieved. "Good, because my ego was about to explode from all the grandeur of my fake story telling", he replied, smiling. However, at the touch of her fingers, the god flinched a little, his smile dying down a bit, but not completely disappearing. "It's quite alright, lady Darcy. Tis nothing I haven't gone through before...", he admitted. "I would like to lay down however."

[theblindgodhodr]

Darcy frowned at his words. "That was reckless my Lord. You could have been seriously injured." Sighing she looked him over before planting her hands on her hips."Take your shirt off so I can examine your abdomen."

"Lady Darcy, you must tell me you know I am just being absurd in my story telling", the god admitted, chuckling at her concern. He liked it, but she must had realized he was lying about the sheer quantity of people he fought off.

"However, I was serious about the stomach part, so...". Hodr stood up and pulled out his shirt with ease, his slender figure appearing and, with it, a small number of hematomas across his stomach and sides. Being blind and outnumbered made close quarter combat harder.

[littledetailsarethemostimportant]

[Dancing meme cause it was too good to resist] Darcy heard the music before she opened the door to the office but she hadn't expected to see Patrick dancing alone in the middle of the room. He had his back to her as he swayed slowly and Darcy quietly snuck up behind him. "Dance with me." She whispered as she turned him to face her and rested her hands on his shoulders with a smile.

Patrick was deep in his memories, thinking about the last time he had danced with his wife. He wasn’t listening for anyone, but jumped in surprise when he felt someone’s arms around him. He relaxed a little when he realized it was Darcy. “Of course,” he mumbled, putting his arms around her before resuming his dance.

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[theblindgodhodr]

"Them? Was there more than one?" There was concern in her voice as she cupped his cheek. It worried her to see hum hurt but she knew he could take care of himself. "If not in your head, where is the pain?"

"Dozens, I would say", he replied, greatly exaggerating the real amount of people he fought. It was nice to feel that someone cared and also, although he would deny it, he was feeding his own ego a little bit. "Stomach. Got punched quite a lot."

[theblindgodhodr]

Yes/no meme: "Hodr, do you ever well uh m-miss me when I'm not around?" Darcy scampered off into a corner after asking the question, hiding her face in her hands.

Yes.