[somehow it's not the reaction he was expecting -- which is more on his own lack of self than anything to do with Ronan -- and if he weren't einherjar strong, he'd probably have stumbled sideways with even the gentle punch. as it is, his mouth drops open, working soundlessly for a few moments before he breaks into that same kind of grin as before; overwhelmed, expressive, like he's never heard the word "Ragnarok" or been harpooned like a seal on the battlefield. he's so -- he's so fucking happy. he can't believe this is his afterlife. he's used to living and dying with so, so much less than everything he's ever wanted]
Th-thanks.
[he stutters it, and he should probably be swaggering back at Ronan, but instead he hides his face, that grin, in his hands. he isn't sure how to process being this happy anymore, in front of people]
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Th-thanks.
[he stutters it, and he should probably be swaggering back at Ronan, but instead he hides his face, that grin, in his hands. he isn't sure how to process being this happy anymore, in front of people]
[though he does manage to sputter, incredulous;]
Wh-what the fuck? How did you know?