No, but that sweater is ugly. It's not befitting of... you.
[ What starts out as a well-meaning joke quickly spirals into something else, which he can tell because she trails off. All this talk of ugly things, coming from one such ugly thing, it's ironic.
She, of course, feigns innocence when probed about her glamour. ]
It is, but, my darling daughter asked me to wear it. So I did. Your uncle Thor bought this on Midgard. I hate it.
[ And yet he tried to keep the smile in palce for her, a hand reaching out to touch her cheek. Testing the glamour where he knew the true skin should be. To see if it cracked under his touch. He didn't push his seidr into it to force it away.
Yet, he looked troubled. ]
You are showing excellent skill, yes, but. I don't like it. I'd rather see you as you are. Show me my beautiful daughter. You needn't hide from me.
[ He could still recall the whispers of the wet nurses when she was born, saying she almost looked Aesir, and that he might steal this one away as passing. He never wanted that for her. He wanted her to be free and loved.] Let's go inside, and have a spot of tea, yes?
[ That he did it for her made her smile. A genuine one this time, even if fleeting. It was comforting, at least, to have one person unconditionally on her side. Who else took the time and effort to come to her birthday party, to wear an ugly sweater because she asked?
But the smile faded when he touched her cheek. And while it took some time before she relented, she eventually let the glamour fade from her face. I'm beautiful, she tried to tell herself, after her father's affirmations. Would anyone ever love her as he did to see past her marred appearance? ]
Tea and a story. Where have you been lately? Did you get Uncle Thor in trouble again?
[ She loved those stories. She loved it when her father got away with his tricks. The Aesir were often so gullible. ]
[ Someone as selfish as her father could be. Granted, he tries hard to keep his reputation from his children. They were some of the only people that were his unconditionally. He and the boys might argue, and the norns know him and Angrboda have not seen eye to eye since the punishment happened.
Still, Hel was always going to be treated as the princess she should have been. She was his only daughter, and he'd kill for her. As the glamour faded, his smile widens, showing those crows feet and laughter lines. His true smile, not the wicked or mischievous grins. ]
There's my little girl, come, give us a hug first. Then we can have tea and stories, and I might even update you on your uncle oaf.
[ Stepping inside to hold his arms open for her. ]
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[ What starts out as a well-meaning joke quickly spirals into something else, which he can tell because she trails off. All this talk of ugly things, coming from one such ugly thing, it's ironic.
She, of course, feigns innocence when probed about her glamour. ]
I am showing you my skill. See? It's perfect.
[ That cuts her, too. ]
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[ And yet he tried to keep the smile in palce for her, a hand reaching out to touch her cheek. Testing the glamour where he knew the true skin should be. To see if it cracked under his touch. He didn't push his seidr into it to force it away.
Yet, he looked troubled. ]
You are showing excellent skill, yes, but. I don't like it. I'd rather see you as you are. Show me my beautiful daughter. You needn't hide from me.
[ He could still recall the whispers of the wet nurses when she was born, saying she almost looked Aesir, and that he might steal this one away as passing. He never wanted that for her. He wanted her to be free and loved.] Let's go inside, and have a spot of tea, yes?
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But the smile faded when he touched her cheek. And while it took some time before she relented, she eventually let the glamour fade from her face. I'm beautiful, she tried to tell herself, after her father's affirmations. Would anyone ever love her as he did to see past her marred appearance? ]
Tea and a story. Where have you been lately? Did you get Uncle Thor in trouble again?
[ She loved those stories. She loved it when her father got away with his tricks. The Aesir were often so gullible. ]
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Still, Hel was always going to be treated as the princess she should have been. She was his only daughter, and he'd kill for her. As the glamour faded, his smile widens, showing those crows feet and laughter lines. His true smile, not the wicked or mischievous grins. ]
There's my little girl, come, give us a hug first. Then we can have tea and stories, and I might even update you on your uncle oaf.
[ Stepping inside to hold his arms open for her. ]