Stavanger Bay my heart is broke, but i have some glue

If he had not heard the sound of his oafish brother's feet against the earth, Ford would have been taken completely by surprise. He still was not swift enough to leap out of the way of the water that rained down and soaked his coat. The titan flattened his ears to his skull, peering toward Rannveig with a scowl that surely would have killed a lesser creature. His hollow stare latched tight to the sea green of his brother's impish eyes.

“Dad either knocked all the sense out of you, or didn't knock enough into you,” he growled before lunging toward his slate-coated sibling with limbs outstretched and aiming to knock him into the river's deeper portions. Frustrated as he might have been with his childish brother, Ford was not foolish enough to think that Rannveig wasn't a capable man who knew exactly what he was doing at all times.