[ Just when he thinks he's more or less developed a rapport with Loki's son, Chris gets thrown the curveball that is Sleipnir flat-out sprinting towards a sharp drop, feigning a very convincing case of deafness considering he just spent the last quarter-hour with one ear cocked backwards to listen to Chris talk to him.
Tangling his fingers in Sleipnir's mane — fuck the reins, the reins won't save him now and he's pretty sure they weren't even doing anything before anyway — Chris yelps in alarm and does his best to remember the physics of terminal velocity and how best to survive a fall from a very high height when...
They go sailing along, Sleipnir's eight hooves barely skimming the tops of the trees below, sparking and vibrant and glowing with magic as he neighs happily, undoubtedly incredibly pleased with himself. After a few minutes of trying to convince his heart rate to steady, Chris can admit that this is pretty fun, too, and he starts to look around instead of squeezing his eyes shut in terror, though his grip on Sleipnir's mane doesn't really relax at all. Better safe than sorry, right? ]
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Tangling his fingers in Sleipnir's mane — fuck the reins, the reins won't save him now and he's pretty sure they weren't even doing anything before anyway — Chris yelps in alarm and does his best to remember the physics of terminal velocity and how best to survive a fall from a very high height when...
They go sailing along, Sleipnir's eight hooves barely skimming the tops of the trees below, sparking and vibrant and glowing with magic as he neighs happily, undoubtedly incredibly pleased with himself. After a few minutes of trying to convince his heart rate to steady, Chris can admit that this is pretty fun, too, and he starts to look around instead of squeezing his eyes shut in terror, though his grip on Sleipnir's mane doesn't really relax at all. Better safe than sorry, right? ]