"It's the eye of the tiger; it's the thrill of the fight..."

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Characters: Baldr, Tyr (possibly others?)
Date/Time: Terribly backdated to the weekend of February 1, 2013
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fighting.
Summary: Sean has driven down the length of the state of California to start training with Tyr...


So, Sean wasn't usually terrible at a good spar. He was a regular lifter and had even been thrown into a random Akido and Tae-Kwon-Do class. Lying on his back after a sound leg sweeping, he can't help but chuckle, though mostly at himself. "Maybe I should just move down here for a month." Wiping his face with a hand, he hopped back up onto his feet.

It struck Sean as particularly odd that these odd Powers That Be would turn to physical tactics as opposed to the creepy and weird as they had during the holidays. In theory, wouldn't that be a better way to catch someone off-guard?

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[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

Tyr gives Sean a pat on the shoulder. "You're welcome, Sean. C'mon, I'll drive."

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

"Since you drove us here, I was hoping so." He chuckled, albeit softly because of his throbbing noodle.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Sif was there to greet the guys at the door.
"Hi boys. Hope you're hungry," she said cheerfully. The house was filled with the scents of her cooking: Swedish meatballs, a broccoli-cheese casserole, and, of course, several dozen sugar cookies.

"How was practice?" she asked, brushing a kiss over Tyr's cheek and offering a hug to Baldr.

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

Tyr smiles, kissing Sif's cheek in turn.

"Famished, hon," Tyr assured. "He's learning, bit-by-bit, but he's learning."

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

He smiled and gave the dear hostess a gentle hug. "Learning to get my rear handed to me and how not to fall, but learning."

As he pulled away, he grinned. "Dinner smells amazing."

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"My grandma's recipes for Swedish meatballs and broccoli-cheese casserole," Sif said.

"I helped!" Carl announced proudly. "Hi, Dad. Hi, Uncle Baldr. Dad! Dad, will you teach me too? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"

"Maybe another time, Carl. Not now. It's time for dinner. What does everyone want to drink? And before you ask, you're getting milk, young man," Sif told her son.

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

"Sounds delicious."

"Oh did you now?" Tyr chuckles, picking his son up in a hug. "When you're older, Carl," Tyr assured. "I'll take a Pepsi, hon."

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

He chuckled at Carl and couldn't help but ruffle his hair slightly. "Hey, little dude." To Sif with a smile, though he did not ruffle her hair, "And I'll just have water, thanks."

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

"Can I have it choclit, Mom? Please?" Carl asked, turning on the proverbial Bambi eyes.

Sif smiled and shook her head a little.
"All right. One Pepsi, one water, and one chocolate milk," she said, "Otherwise, everything's on the island counter. Feel free to help yourselves. Plenty there, so take as much as you want."

"Uncle Baldr, Uncle Baldr! Sit by me, 'kay?" Carl said.

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

Tyr chuckled fondly before putting his son down and then heading to the table.

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

He couldn't help but chuckle at Carl's insistence, and he patted him on the back. "Sure thing, buddy." But something about hearing the boy call him 'Baldr' made him take pause. His smile faded into an expression more appropriate of bewilderment, and he slowly followed suit behind his hosts.

Children. A snowball fight; appropriate for the early spring. Forget-Me-Nots peeking up through some of the melt. Young faces and equally young voices long forgotten.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Sif got a plate dished up for Carl, and then one for herself after serving the drinks.
"Anything else I can get for anyone?" she offered.

"Hey, Uncle Baldr? You OK?" Carl asked, looking up at the faraway look on his face.

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

Sean blinked down at Carl and managed a smile. The last thing he wanted was for him to worry. "Yeah, bud. I'm okay. Just... bumped my head earlier and it kinda hurts. I'm all right. Better get to eating, though, before your plate gets cold."

He smiled up at Sif, though it didn't quite reach his eyes as he meandered to plate himself up some grub.

[lefthandofwar.insanejournal.com]

Tyr looked at Sean, concerned, but he made sure it didn't reach his face. He didn't want to worry Carl, but he would ask Sean later what was wrong.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Sif lightly touched Sean's shoulder as she moved past him.
We can discuss it later, was the wordless sentiment.

"OK," Carl conceded as he started to eat. "Mom kisses it if I get hurt. But it's usually fixed by then anyway."

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Sean laughed a bit and spooned some of the amazing-looking-and-smelling food onto his plate. "Yeah, but I'm pretty sure your mom isn't going to kiss it better for me." He glanced over to Tyr and winked. "Your dad might, though. If only because he's my brother."

"Brother..." Baldr's concern was palpable as he took to Tyr's ear in the presence of the snarling Fenrir. "Are you certain?"