In Golovin We Trust

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It's taken me three attempted to finish editing this without my photoshop crashing. In that time I've forgotten what caption I was going to put here. There really were too many things said to boil this down to one line or rp post. Except maybe...

 

“When all of this is over, we need a holiday,” he said. “We can go to see the Northern Lights. The town is dismal, and you have to wait weeks to see anything, but they are… of the gods. We can take Astrid. And Jamie. And… the twins,” he added with a feeble grin towards Dominik. “And some other foreign beauty for Laufreyn, because Dominik will not share. We can walk around the muggle town and avoid eye contact with everyone, as is the Norwegian, and proper, way. Maybe for Yule, eh?”

 

He walked over towards Dagmar in three big strides, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “What do you say, liten en? Do you want to see me in a fluffy hat?”

 

Dagmar blinked a few times, unsure she'd heard what she thought she had, though as Lars's arms wrapped around her she sighed softly, leaning back against him. "Ja, da. You owe us all a holiday, we never had the one over Summer." Dagmar had been deprived of Lars in swimtrunks and sandals, but Lars in a fluffy hat might make up for it.

 

"Ja. This is good.”, Magnus said plainly in a low voice as he nodded in agreement, feeling something shift within him, though he remained as he was outwarldy, not turning from the window.

It seemed a very good omen to the Swede, somehow… Lars suggesting they witness together the magic of lights that appeared only at the darkest - and usually bleakest - times. Suddenly his mind returned to conversations they’d had about traveling after school together. He’d traveled himself post-graduation, but not with Zelda, Seb and the others as they had once discussed. He supposed he knew who he should bring to Norge if the trip occurred, but it seemed a long way off. And everything was uncertain.

Still… his comrades would always be his comrades. And they should go to Norge.

They could see the lights in the sky over another town...

Experience Yule in another town...

And Dagmar could experience Lars in a fluffy hat.

 

“Ja. This is good.”, he repeated.

Done