[There's no real way to show how relieved Odinson is to hear her hooves splash into the stream. If he relaxes too soon he won't even make it into the water.
But he holds on, and he does make it in, dropping the harness and allowing the current to wash over him. For a moment or two he pauses, lying on his back on the bottom of the stream, feeling the water already wash away the corrosive blood.
Before she can panic that he'll run out of breath (he won't) he pushes himself up to sit chest deep in the stream. He shakes his head, wincing at the pain but thankful that his hair's a manageable length. His skin, like his hands, is an angry red colour.]
I'll murder every last lizard in this jungle if it's the last thing I do.
[Gingerly he sets about cleaning the blood out of the hard to reach places, ears, hair, clothing. All over.]
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But he holds on, and he does make it in, dropping the harness and allowing the current to wash over him. For a moment or two he pauses, lying on his back on the bottom of the stream, feeling the water already wash away the corrosive blood.
Before she can panic that he'll run out of breath (he won't) he pushes himself up to sit chest deep in the stream. He shakes his head, wincing at the pain but thankful that his hair's a manageable length. His skin, like his hands, is an angry red colour.]
I'll murder every last lizard in this jungle if it's the last thing I do.
[Gingerly he sets about cleaning the blood out of the hard to reach places, ears, hair, clothing. All over.]