Ein, fearless, brazen and brave little Ein. He would not remain a small charcoal smudge for long but alas it was the body he was forced to deal with until the metamorphosis of puberty took over. Nothing lasted forever, not even small, round helplessness, he would come to learn. Even his number was only temporary. The curious child was as tough as anything he would boast of and certainly with the hardiness of his legendary genetics (genetics that spanned more wide and vast than he could ever imagine) and the callousness of his acclaimed father he had every right to be! It wasn’t rebelliousness as Ragnar often assumed that had lured Ein away from the known and plunging head first into the depths of their temporary home of Horizon Ridge. It was only curiosity. Odinn was the God of curiosity so if Odinn could be curious why couldn’t Ein? Never mind that it wasn’t the All-Father that fascinated the child, but the one they called Thor; the one who he heard in the thunder, whose anvil striking caused the lightning sparks that lit up the storm ridden skies. The Loðbrók child had not realized this his bellowing had managed to attract attention until it was too late and he turned, quickly, to see the woman when he heard a low growl behind him.
Studiously the child studied her, not knowing her face or even her name but realizing that he knew her scent at least. Of course it was abundantly clear that she wasn’t Sköll or Ragnar. He huffed in response, glaring at her feet when she asked him if he was ok in that language. “já” He responded with a firm nod of his head before he peeked around her as if hoping to find one of the men he was screaming for previously. “Skwooooollll?” He asked her wondering if she might help him look for the Flokisson.
