you are always ALWAYS welcome to come into my inbox and start talking about aus and headcanons
i don’t care if i’ve never talked to you before
if you just randomly show up in my inbox and start yelling about ideas for headcanons/fics/aus i will immediately start yelling right back at you about said headcanon/fic/au
Christian: I’m…sorry– I shouldn’t have said anything–
Lokki: No, no, it’s not– I just can’t do it again…
Christian: Do what?
Lokki: Mourn you. When all this started, the only way I could function, is if I convinced myself you were dead. Whenever I wondered where you were or if you were okay, I would just…stop. I couldn’t do that. I needed to take care of everyone else. So… I said goodbye. And I moved on. To me, you’re dead and buried and tonight can’t change that.
((Think of the Kalmar Union as Norway and Denmark getting married and the Treaty of Kiel as their divorce where Denmark got to keep the kids, including Iceland))