TO BUILD A HOME [BF Group Thread]

"You should come."
"And be seen with you? Fuck no."

Philip's hearty chuckle filled the small space as he rolled over in the bed, and Ansgar stared at him in silence for a brief moment.

"If anything, I'll go for Odina."

Ansgar glanced around the room and stopped when his gaze landed upon a flask. An uncharacteristically sly smile spread across his face as he grabbed it and began to back out. "Or, you know, you could always come for some ale."

He was out the door before he could hear Philip's protests, but he didn't doubt that they came.

The summer air was pleasant (or rather, as pleasant as it could get for them). It nipped at his nose, but even Ansgar was unaffected by it. His usual demeanor was heavily relaxed with his return to Ghosthold, and even more so with the knowledge that they would survive another winter. His father held a larger reception in the Ghost Knife, but apparently his kid brother wanted to celebrate elsewhere - or at least, that's what her sister told him, and when she requested he come too, well - he couldn't deny her, despite how begrudging said agreement was.

Ansgar's pace was brisk, and he heard Vidar's voice long before he saw the group. Only when he neared closer did the chatter of the others reach his ears. Laughter and unintelligible words were spoken in what he could only guess was a response to whatever Vidar was saying.

He entered the clearing and saw Vidar first, who halted just as their eyes met. He was standing, no doubt making a grander display of his story by strutting around the fire.

"At long last, he has arrived!" 

Ansgar rolled his eyes at Vidar's exclamation.

“You’re a riot.” He replied with a brief scoff before finding Odina and settling beside her on a log. He lightly ran his hands through her hair and placed a kiss on her temple, smiling as he did so. Resting his head against her shoulder he spoke softly, ignoring Vidar as he continued to speak and parade about the group.

"I stole Philip's ale. He may or may not come by later to get it back - maybe we should finish it in case he does." He said with a light laugh, hardly serious but not entirely against the prospect of getting drunk.

His attention shifted to Vidar for a moment before he blinked and lifted his head from Odina's shoulder, glancing at the rest of his siblings who were gathered before turning back to her. "How are you?"