It was something that would make her happy, clean down to her toes. And she needed that little bit of happy right now. Because even with his grappling hook of smug charm, she could feel the darkness closing in around her.
"His name was Magnus. And he was taller than Thor and Loki. But that might be my skewed memory of him." Bryn raised up on her knees in the chair she occupied, filling two of the empty glasses he'd brought over, leaving only one empty left. "He was a great bear of a man. In size I mean, he wasn't overly hairy, but he did sport a very impressive beard." She stroked the air below her chin as if she could indicate just how marvelous it had been. "And he was a ginger, like me. Well, more like Astrid. It was a much darker red than mine." She picked up the glass she had poured for herself, and took a deep whiff of the heady brew. "Now before you judge from the rest of what I will tell you, you must keep in mind people did not live as long as they do now, so when a girl became a woman, and a boy a man, it was not long after that they would seek marriage." She paused then to take a deep drink from her glass. Letting the memories flood her, aas she swallowed.