((*wiggles ears at the world in general* I’m not actually dead, if you were wondering - I’ve just not really been around much. I’m back now, though.))
”I know you’re there.” Hel says, not bothering to look at the figure on the Gjoll Bridge. ”I’m impressed. It’s not often anyone alive gets into my realm at all, never mind as far as Gjallarbru.”
She turns to face her visitor, and frowns a little.
"Why have you come?"
((My ex is a star - he bought me a Star Trek mug for Christmas. And a book on TNG. I’ve also had some very lovely presents from my mates. And lots of books from the family. Books are good. I’m a happy bunny, even if I don’t technically celebrate Christmas.))
((You know it’s properly getting into December when Prokofiev’s Troika is on classic fm. I’ve been humming it since they played it - about ten hours ago - and picturing actual troikas in the snow. Because nothing says midwinter like sleighs drawn by three horses abreast with a load of little tinkly bells hanging over the middle one.))
One day, Hel will get out of the habit of using Garm as a pillow. Today is not that day. Anyway, it’s not as if Garm really minds her resting her head on him. And he’s warm, which makes a nice change - Hel’s so cold all the time, though whether it’s a physical thing or just loneliness, she’s not quite sure.
"You know, I reckon you’re about the only friend I’ve got who’ll stick around," she mutters into the hellhound’s shaggy coat, "everybody else is practically certain to die in battle or get nabbed by angels."
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"The joy of your company is overwhelming really. What is it you want?"
"Oh, nothing much. I don’t suppose you’ve seen my dog? About so high;" she waves a hand at about three feet to demonstrate, "black; hairy."
((Going through all the stuff I’ve written on my computer because I have to send some of it to a uni, and I don’t actually remember writing half of this stuff…))
((It is at this time of year that I am reminded of the really weird Robin-Hood-themed version of Merry Xmas Everybody that my older sister and I made up for my little sister several years ago. I think the fact that it begins with the line “Are you hanging Guy of Gisbourne on the wall?” says it all, really…))