Duskfire Glacier and down goes the hatchet on the chopping block 'cus i love you like a mountain

gleipnir is bewitched by the lights as they dance, floating upon the sky like waves of the sea, or like flames stoked. not strong like the bifrost but flowing. he does not know of any connection the northern lights has to his gods — despite having a name for them — and wonders if it is, perhaps, a creation of sakhmet's peryite instead. head lowers as the berseker looks down to her in unbridled surprise. ...teach you? he repeats, understanding that she means she wishes to learn, but unable to ask it in so many common words and thus, as it has sufficed for them so far, he speaks in his broken common that parrots her more than anything else.

norðrljós. gleipnir repeats it for her slowly, sounding out each syllable as he would for a cub still learning how to speak; if only because it seems the easiest way to approach teaching her the word. means ..ah — light of... north. the translation isn't perfect but he isn't quite sure how to make the transition to 'northern lights' in common.