
So who out of you is Luigi? And who is Mario?



Egil: They can’t…


((Thank you so much!!! ^.^))



((He and Oliver don’t exactly get along well… Something about all the times Lokki came to England, stole things, and lit other things on fire when he was a viking))

Lokki: Gosh, you are burning up! Here, I made you some tea! It’s honey-lemon, I know it’s not your favorite but it’s good for your throat. It’s drafty in here, are you cold?

Lokki: Oh! I made chicken noodle soup! Do you want some? I really hope you do! Because… I made a lot of soup…
((Lokki is a bit of helicopter mom… And it’s not just Egil he does this with. He’ll do this anyone. 1p or 2p. Country or human. Ally or enemy. He’s the one who brings sunscreen to a battle and makes sure both sides are reapplying frequently. Egil on the other hand…))

((Well, you can’t say he doesn’t try))
Egil:

Lokki:




Lokki: “Well what can you say about him really? He’s, um, if I’m being totally honest, he’s a bit of a grouch– I mean don’t get me wrong, we’re totally besties! He’s just a teensy bit allergic to hugs… and fun… and I’m not sure if he actually knows how to smile…”

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