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There was a part of Ein that felt horrendously humiliated to admit that he was scared to confront Ragnar about the fact that what he was supposed to be he didn't want to be. That his entire family heritage didn't interest him. That he no longer wanted to be apart of it. The thought of facing his biggest demon right in the mouth made the Lodbrok boy queasy, but there was also the consideration of if he couldn't even face this like a man how did he expect to be able to face the world outside of Stavanger Bay? There were worse things out there than disappointing Ragnar, Ein knew. Her little bumps and nudges were encouraging but Ein wondered how long her encouragement would last in the face of the anxiousness he was sure to feel if he took her advice. He could muster all the courage in the world and lose it in the split second before blurting it out. Courage was only worth while if it actually stayed with you. “I like Mercury. Or Mercy for short. Mercury was the Roman God of travel, and Mercy just sounds cool as a nickname.” It was better than Ein which translated to 'one', anyway. It really didn't have anything to do with Norse mythology which was exactly what Ein had been going for. He didn't want to be associated with a religion he couldn't even make himself believe in. Once upon a time he had nearly refused to speak anything but Norse but he'd been a different boy then, and he had changed much like the ebb and flow of the shore he had come to love.