Týr felt a measure of relief that Fox did not hold his lack of presence within her borders against him. He had been worried about it, in some corner of his mind of course, but his focus had been on pushing himself to be better - better than he had been. It was hard to tell, currently, if his form of punishment had been effective on his hunting skills. His hunt had been sloppy this morning, and easy. He was definitely too tired to care considering it had been a baby goat. Either Thor would get over the atrocity Týr had committed by taking the life of one of his sacred animals or he wouldn’t. At the moment, Týr wasn’t awfully concerned about the God of Thunder’s perpetual wrath. “No I definitely was not doing that.” Týr told her with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. It was a silly thing to consider him plotting to overthrow her; of course the Viking had understood that she had been jesting with him. His answer had been truthful, but accented with good nature.
For a moment, as Týr watched Fox lower into a playful bow before him in an invitation to initiate the first attack after she suggested a friendly spar, the Viking contemplated the judiciousness of accepting her invitation for a spar. He was exhausted and would likely make a fool of himself in front of her - which was the last thing he wanted to do. Ragnar had taught him well, but even so, he was liable to make stupid mistakes (for instance killing one of his God’s sacred animals). For a moment he lingered on declining but at the last moment decided to accept.
If Thor was looking to take vengeance he would likely have it by the end of their friendly spar, but Týr did not want to upset Fox by declining her. Besides, it was a chance to get to know her better.
Muscles beneath his chocolate brown coat tensed, coiling tightly over bone and sinew before he lunged towards her right side, jaws aiming to grasp at her scruff.
a crime so old as the sky and bone