“Happy Birthday, Papa!” Torunn grins as she hands him a present that contains a new high quality red cape. “I hope you like it!”
[ ϟ ]—– The intention had been to savor the morning, with naught else to preoccupy the mind but delicious food and basking in the summer's bright light, and for a brief moment it seemed quite possible there would be no distractions from that.
The air carried the distinct scent of coffee and sweet pastries, tuffs of aroma from crispy bacon and eggs threaded through it, and before the King could consider what the next generous pile of breakfast would contain the joyful words and large package gathered all of his interest.
' Thank you hjerte...'
A wink and beaming spreading of lips later curiosity emerges upon rugged features, lips smacked once, then again, to enjoy the lingering after taste of the first meal.
Emerging from the wrappings, a thick sort of paper that held a strange parchment-like quality, was a familiar crimson fabric, the hue of it slightly darker than the one adorning back and shoulders for all these years.
A moment passes, during which questing hands and fingers touch the cape, move along the folded edges for a while as if acquainting themselves with a new weapon.
Different, certainly, but no less imposing. It would be easy to allow melancholy to emerge at the sight of it, to focus and note the difference in the threads, how it was weaved in that distinct Asgardian way but the material so utterly far from what their old world used to hold.
It flares for the duration of one breath, one elated and appreciative sigh, before joy and gratitude replace the feeling that coiled upward.
' It is truly majestic.'
An earnest and genuine remark, ceruleans now framed with crinkles as the grin widens.
' This has surely taken a lot of your resources, or bribing, to acquire something so beautiful.'
