[ much smaller, in all likelihood. in this near-human shape, jormungandr would be considered petite, even, leaving him looking up at his sister. not that shape matters much; he'd inherited that much of their father, at least, and his shapechanging is untaught and natural. he might look entirely different tomorrow, or an hour from now, but the creature beneath his skin is always the midgard serpent.
his fingers curl in her own, careful of his claws, and he steps closer, hardly believing it. they'd been children the last they'd seen one another, before they'd been torn from their mother and one another. he hears tales, now and then, but it's not the same as seeing her, being able to touch her.
he blinks once and doesn't smile, human expression still difficult for him, but the entire sense of him is warm and grateful and fiercely loving. ]
I do not wear thiss shape often. [ he glances down at himself briefly, bare feet curling against the concrete. ] .. Not many mortals in the deeps. [ his gaze lifts once more, and he lifts her hands, clutching them against his chest as if afraid to let go. ] We will not be separated again. Yes?
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his fingers curl in her own, careful of his claws, and he steps closer, hardly believing it. they'd been children the last they'd seen one another, before they'd been torn from their mother and one another. he hears tales, now and then, but it's not the same as seeing her, being able to touch her.
he blinks once and doesn't smile, human expression still difficult for him, but the entire sense of him is warm and grateful and fiercely loving. ]
I do not wear thiss shape often. [ he glances down at himself briefly, bare feet curling against the concrete. ] .. Not many mortals in the deeps. [ his gaze lifts once more, and he lifts her hands, clutching them against his chest as if afraid to let go. ] We will not be separated again. Yes?