[ Tyr was thinking nothing of the sort. He was thinking what the best way to transport Frey would be. He was taller than him, likely heavier... He sighed, deciding against dragging - he'd either tear something, loosen something, and/or make Frey cry out the whole way.
What a bother. Maybe Tyr should just kill him, but he didn't want to lower himself quite that far.
Getting off of him, he turned Frey over (he smiled at the dirt and debris that clung to him), strapped his staff to his back, and simply picked him up bridal style. ]
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What a bother. Maybe Tyr should just kill him, but he didn't want to lower himself quite that far.
Getting off of him, he turned Frey over (he smiled at the dirt and debris that clung to him), strapped his staff to his back, and simply picked him up bridal style. ]