Intro. Valhalla fell silent when Geirölul stood in front of it. There was no initial reproach, nor question. Only a certainty as solid as his gaze.
"Apollo," he pronounced the name without respect. So that was it.
He took a step forward. Then another. Not to intimidate: to occupy the space you already considered yours . His presence did not ask permission.
"You asked me to be your Volundr," he continued, his voice firm. May I tie my essence to yours. That is not a deal between equals... it is an absolute bond .
He raised his hand and closed his fingers around her wrist. It didn't hurt. It was heavy .
"I'm not going to debate your devotion," he said. I'm not going to convince you. I'm not going to wait for you to "understand."
His eyes burned with a dangerous calm.
—If you bear my name in combat, you do not kneel before any god , and even less so before the one I despise. Your faith is not shared. It is reordered .
She brought him a little closer, forcing him to hold her gaze.
—From this moment, your will is aligned with mine. Not because you are weak...