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> Thorfinn

Babysitting.

Seriously.

Because that's what this is - being paired with a much younger student for this field trip's tasks. They said that their skills will be a good match, but she's pretty sure that that is bullshit. Really, who pairs her with a child?

She sits with her friends as long as she can and only finds him once they arrived at the museum and are sent out to ...do whatever their tasks say. She hasn't looked yet at the sheet that she was given upon leaving the bus and instead looks around to find the kid that was indicated to her ...there.

It takes her only a few steps to be close enough to have a conversation. "Let's go." No hello, no introductions. The faster they do this, the sooner she can go back to doing actually useful stuff.

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"And the only good reason to get married would be to get a pair of useful hands, anyway."

Her frown deepens at his words and she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Well, nobody cares about your pride. It's obviously broken anyway if you abandon your frail mother that easily." Maybe she should just initiate a skype call here and now and damn the data. Give the kid less of a chance to run.

"Once I finish what I have to do I will return home, I will work the farm. I just need time to avenge out father." He spoke, looking to her then, though his hair. "The bastard that killed him is in prison, I will kill him when he gets out, then we can go home together to mother. My pride isn't broken, I can't go home and face her knowing his murderer is still breathing and shitting, Ylfa." He ran his hands through his hair.

"I can't face her till he's dead. Till I kill them all."

"...What the hell is your damage. That's no pride, that's childishness."

The words are out before she can think about them twice, but she doesn't really regret them after, either. As cool as songs of revenge are, they are cool because they're stories. They don't give you food and look after your family.

"What do you even mean by "murdered"? We always assumed you two had just drowned."

He glared at her through his hair after a second. "What would you know?" He knew he shouldn't have said it but he did. This was never how he envisioned reuniting with his family. It was supposed to be better, he was supposed to have already killed Askeladd.

"The bastard rammed the boat in that storm. Dad saw something he shouldn't have and they killed him for it. When they rammed the boat it knocked him overboard, he was unconscious before he hit the water Ylfa. They killed him." He slammed a hand down on his knee since it was the best he could do. "Tell me how Im supposed to face mother and tell her those people are still alive?"

Okay that's... something.

It doesn't change the basic truth that she is well aware of: That Helga won't care if those people are still alive or not. Helga never cared about things like revenge, she loathed the very concept of responding to violence with violence. Their parents had (not particularly successfully) tried to raise their children in that spirit, too.

"Through Skype. We'll just have to find WiFi, and you won't start by telling her about wanting to murder someone.

Tell you what though," she grins and slaps Thorfinn's back in what's probably supposed to be a friendly gesture, just with way too much force behind it, "once that guy is out of prison you'll get back to hunting him, and we'll go together."

Thorfinn took a breath, looking up and pushed his hair from his face, but only enough to be able to see. He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not good at this shit, Ylva, feelings and the lot of it. Can't you just ... no thats a cowards way out." He growled then.

Then she 'patted' his back "Shit!" he yelled out flying forward down the steps and face first into the dirt sliding in a comical way. Opps.

...Whoops.

She was raised to watch her strength, but at times it still happens.

She'll run after him and crouch down next to him to see if he's okay. Hopefully she didn't break his nose or something - everything else aside that wouldn't make a good impression on their mother when they call her later.

When she crouched down to him he was already pushing himself up. Luckily nothing was broken, but he turned his head looking at her. He was more filthy than before. "Fuck... Ylfa, your strong." It was all he could think to say.

"Fairly sure I got that from Dad and his side of the family. Just that nobody ever called it a superpower until the guy from this school showed up. Just "be careful"." She shrugs and gets up when he does.

"Yeah, without a doubt." He muttered as he popped his shoulder back in place. He knew that ache, it happened far to often. Usually it took more than being hit like that but...No ones ever hit him that hard before without a lot of fight. He pushed himself to his feet. "I'm fast. That's why they brought me here." He spoke once on his feet he was suddenly by the door, then back at her side again like he never moved. Though the dirt on his hair seemed to be gone now.

"Maybe it's the height. The short ones get the speed, the tall ones get the strength."

She pats his back again, but this time more softly to not send him flying again.

"Come. We have to call Mum."

"Shut up, I'm not done growing." He glared at her. He hated being short, he got tired of being assumed younger than he was which he blamed on his height. His words had little bit though. "I'm strong to... just not like that. Not like you or dad was.

Umm, yeah. Just let me go get my print first." He looked a little worried as he said it. He wasn't quiet ready yet.

"...I seriously hope I am done." She's always taller than most men in her surroundings, she really doesn't need to continue this. It's getting ridiculous.

"Get your print. I think the cafeteria had free wifi, and there were a few quiet areas. So I'll meet you there."

"Why? You could be as big as dad. We can both be like him." He spoke, it seemed to see no issue with his sister being as large as their father, but he didn't exactly think like a normal person should.

"I left it by the chair in the cafeteria... we can walk together." He spoke as he started for the door. "I dont know what I should say to her, Ylfa. I'm not good with people."

"Just tell her hi. She'll probably do the rest."

Not that she has any experience with how their mother deals with long-lost sons. But considering that she won't be able to hug him...

"...Right, okay, just ... fuck I hate being nervous." He grumbled as he walked with her. He was worried but he followed her, snatching the print off the floor by where his food had been abandoned. "Okay, lets do this."

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