Licking his fingers clean, Narugami gave a pleased sound. He looked around happily, the mounds of delicious food surrounding them. Despite all the yummy food, Yamino had declared it not good enough and had started all over again.
He was about to throw it all away when Narugami suggested they give it to a nearby homeless shelter. Yamino might think that it wasn't good enough, but Narugami knew otherwise and that he food would be more than welcome.
Packing up the food into containers, they loaded it onto the moped that Yamino had purchased through a mail order catalog. The back of the bike was overflowing with packages when they set out for the nearby shelter. Yamino hid his face from Narugami, his face flushed. He wasn't used to being around the Thunder God or spending so much time with him.
While Narugami grove to the shelter, Yamino couldn't help but to find all of this incredibly ironic. From all the stories of Ragnarok, Jormungand and Thor were destined to fight and kill each other. For that reason, and others, Yamino had always been terrified of Narugami.
But not now. The week or so that they'd been doing this together had really opened his eyes. Thor wasn't the scary person that he'd always believed him to be. True, he could be intense and have a no nonsense approach to things, but he had the heart of a true warrior. He smiled at this revelation and remained silent for the trip, his previous unease departing as if it had never been.
It wasn't long before they pulled up to the shelter. There was a sign in the door, proclaiming it closed. Narugami frowned, looking back at Yamino. "They shouldn't be closed."
"No?" Yamino got off the bike and walked up to the front door. He tested the door and it wouldn't budge. "Seems locked. Are you sure they're open?"
"Yes," Narugami growled, though he wasn't angry at Yamino. He went around the back, Yamino trailing behind him. That was when they realized why the doors were locked.
There was an old monk and a small boy in the back, both on the ground. The old man was bleeding from a head wound, while the boy stood over him defensively. There was a good ten men surrounding them, the looks on their faces menacing.
"Narugami-san…go…" The old man croaked out, seeing Narugami and Yamino standing not far away, the two gazed at what was happening in horror. The leader of the men smirked and crackled his knuckles. Two more to teach a lesson to.
The sound of the knuckles being cracked shook Narugami out of his shock. He eyed the man with a smirk and brandished Mjollner. "Have at thee, nave! You shall die for hurting an innocent!"
"Get him, boys. Teach the interloper not to mess with us when we're busy," the leader said, waving a hand at Narugami as if he were nothing more than a fly. Yamino suddenly felt a stab of anger and actually hissed. They dared to hurt this poor old man, and now they were making fun of Thor-san?
The men didn't know what hit them, which was good in the long run. Narugami and Yamino were like a call from god, which wasn't all that unusual since Narugami was a god. By the time they were done, the others had left, limping and bleeding profusely, vowing revenge.
Narugami helped the old man up and Yamino saw to the little boy. The two looked at one another and Narugami knew Yamino was thinking the same thing. They would have to stay with the old man for a bit, and find out what was going on. After all, it was Christmas. And even during this holiday season, justice didn't go unanswered.