Chaos, Ragnarök -Fjor Jutul-

NY GUT - PART IV

If Helja had known that the journey home with Magne and their mother would consist of Turid raving about the beauty of their new principal, she might have opted for the bus. And she hated taking the bus.

She let out yet another sigh as their mother navigated the car through the small gas station in town before turning her head towards the window in a need of fresh air. She turned the handle with a slight grimace as the old rusty mechanism imposed a slight resistance. This car was literally going into ruin.

At the sight of her troubled sister, Magne immediately leaned over her."Here, let m-"

"Don't !" Helja interrupted sharply before wincing at her brother's confused and slightly hurt expression."I mean... you broke the other one already."

Magne pursed his lips at the memory before swallowing, calmly nodding his head."That's right."

"She had done work, I'm sure." Turid continued her rambled."Not that it matters, of course."

She trailed off as Helja sighed while giving their mother a sidelong glance in annoyance.

Honestly, she couldn't care less about the Jutuls and their almost inhuman beauty. Her meeting with Fjor from earlier was enough for her. She didn't need to hear their mother confirm this idiot's arrogant words. It was because of that kind of talk that he felt so superior.

At this point, Helja had her opinion on this family.

She definitely didn't want to get to know these people with capitalist and supremacist ideologies.

She shook her head as she returned her eyes to the parking lot of the gas station. She zoned her mother's voice in the background as she absently tapped her index and middle fingers against the ledge of the back window. She could feel an uncertain look on her profile as Turid finally pulled up beside a pump.

Helja hastened to remove her seat belt before descending, slamming the door behind her. She immediately pulled the zipper of her puffer jacket up at the sensation of a slight cold wind blowing through her hair.

Soon enough, Magne joined her, leaning his back against the trunk of their old car. Helja gave him a sidelong glance before watching Turid as their mother rushed to insert her card into the machine to draw gasoline. Helja tried to ignore the rain raining off the roof of the station before unconsciously moving closer to her brother in search of an additional source of heat.

She really hated the cold.

And for some reason she didn't know, Magne still seemed so warm. Conversely, she had always seemed to be frozen. Even the doctors thought she had Raynaud's disease at one point. She was constantly cold. Even in summer.

Laurits used to compare her to a corpse. As if she was constantly on the side of death.

Magne gave her a sideways look at the feel of her arm against his before moving closer to her with a small, compassionate smile."Why didn't you take your scarf today? You know you can't stand the cold."

"I don't know. And you ? Why haven't you put on your glasses?"

Magne gave a semblance of a smile upon her return before shrugging his shoulders."I guess it's the same for me. I don't know."

Helja gave him a knowing look before rolling her eyes to hear Turid continuing to rave about Ran Jutul's beauty while filling the car's fuel tank."Jesus, she's so pretty. She must be 50, but she doesn't look a day over 35."

"Seriously, mom? You're on a loop." Helja finally sighed as she gave Turid an exhausted look.

Their mother gasped before measuring her two children with a nervous little laugh."Sorry, that's just... hey, aren't you wearing your glasses, Magne?"