msbarrows asked: Loki/Alistair - I don't think I'm in Asgard anymore
One of these days Alistair had to figure a way to talk the Warden into NOT bringing every interesting person he found back to camp.
First it was the witch… then the Chantry sister who was an assassin…the ACTUAL assassin (also remind them to keep it down people needed sleep you know)… A Qunari… a hound… Oghrin…
And now his new tent mate. The man was dressed in odd armor, carrying a staff and a horned helmet that had been bent. He’d been jumped by Hurlocks in a field with weird burn marks in it and trust their warden to go, save the man, bring him back to camp and tell Alistair to keep watch on him while he and a few others went to investigate.
Alistair had settled down for a nap and woke abruptly when their new guest cuddled up to his side, flinging a leg over the Templar’s and resting his head on his shoulder.
“Um…hello.” Alistair prompted. The black haired man woke then and blinked up at him.
Well.. he wasn’t that bad looking really…. oh sod it he’d been around Zevran too long.
“Thor?” his guest asked in a smooth and confused voice.
“No rather comfortable actually…how are you feeling?”
[yeah that’s all i got]