Novitious: Created anew or newly invented.
"Helblindi, would you like to tell me the meaning of this?" Farbauti rounds on Helblindi so quickly it reminds him of the time when he was only 500 years old and had drawn all over the prized wintermoose head that his father had so proudly hung in the front hall to show his prowess as a hunter. He'd given it a monocle and a beard that he privately thought rivaled King Odin's, over in the other realm of Asgard. Helblindi had only seen him once, but he had left quite an impression on him, given his tender age.
"The meaning of what?" Helblindi asks, looking up from his position in the overstuffed armchair in the library. He had been reading up on Midgardian customs, his back resting on one of the plushy arms, his legs dangling over the other, a position much favoured by him and his brothers. Except Byleistr, who in his 3000 years, had never had occasion to step into a library or any other place where reading and education might be pursued.
"I will not have these demons in the house," Farbauti all but yells, gesturing towards Darcy, who is sitting slightly to Helblindi's left.
Helblindi opens his mouth to protest, Darcy certainly is not a demon (although sometimes Helblindi has to wonder), which is before he looks over and sees her covered in fluffy balls of doom.
"What's she saying?" Darcy asks Helblindi from behind a mound of frost chickens. He is thankful she isn't yet fluent in Jötunese, as Farbauti is currently cursing up a storm.
And Henry, smug bastard that he is, nests in Darcy's hair and peeps down at his new children with a pride that Helblindi deeply longs to crush out of the creature.
He sighs and buries his head in his hands and wonders if perhaps the library has any books on taming wild frost chicks. Somehow, he doubts it.