Stavanger Bay Life's a little sideways

“I look forward to it,” Kjalarr responded to his twin's words, ears splaying bad for a second wondering how mad Charon would be if he knew Floki and him had reconciled and were planning on meeting one another again. Not that Kjalarr cared for what Charon thought but he didn't want Floki to suffer or get in trouble for it; but Kjalarr had to remind himself that his twin didn't need his protection anymore. They weren't children and the viking hoped that his twin wouldn't let the alpha of Moonspear push him around and would stand up for himself. Kjalarr offered his twin a nudge to his neck, reveling in the rightness he felt at being at peace with his twin. This was how they were supposed to be. Brothers. “See you soon, 'Loki,” The old and familiar nickname for his twin slipped off his tongue. Kjalarr had struggled with the 'F' in front of his 'loki' within his twin's name for quite some time in his youth. He watched Floki until his twin's figure disappear into the horizon before Kjalarr turned and headed back towards Saltwinter, glad that he'd ventured out.