4/25/2025, 7:58 PM
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He didn't think this conversation could have gone worse.
It got worse.
Astrid arrived in her usual form: bossy and self-assured of her own prowess. Cupid had no idea what he'd done to successfully encourage her to wield her own confidence like the weapon it was, although he very much suspected it was nothing he'd done and something she had miraculously claimed for herself. Right now, that particular quirk was causing Cupid to surely grow a few grey hairs the next time his coat blew out. He stiffened, not at her voice but the girl's effort to convince him to let her off the island.
Off the island, with no one but the twins to protect her. Cupid felt almost dizzy with terror at the thought, his ears slicking back against his skull. Sverke jumped in with nothing but unfettered cruelty, and Cupid wished almost that he'd tried to bite one of them - it might actually sting less than those words. The man bolted to his paws, sidestepping to physically step between Sverke and Astrid even though the threat from Tyr's son was, so far, not at all physical.
Sverke,Cupid snarled, not sure what vitriol was about to escape his jaws. Thank the gods, for they had surely sent the gift that was Lilja. Her composure was far better than his own - Cupid did not want to be the man to lash out against a child, but he was not going to tolerate his daughter being spoken to in such a manner.
His muzzle still wrinkled with a silent snarl, the normally composed man growled under his breath.
Absolutely not, Astrid. No one is leaving the island, for any reason.He had, quite frankly, no clue if he had the authority to make such a statement, but he only continued.
It is not up for discussion,But he suspected both children before him would still have something more to say on the matter.
At least on Astrid's part, he'd encouraged her strong will - he supposed now he had to reap what he'd sown.