From beyond the wagon he could hear the beginnings of awkward conversations or, at the very least, attempts to make conversation. Askeladden had found a mildly comfortable place to sit. He now had almost enough room to wiggle his legs! Beneath him were the blankets, on one side some weapons, on the other food. Beneath the layers of clothing, the pelted cloak, the hood, the leather gloves and boots, something had to give or he'd have boiled alive. From the sounds of things, people were too distracted with what was going on outside of the wagons to notice their new stowaway, so he could probably get by without the hood. His fingers toyed with the string keeping the cloak tight enough around him the hood would not simply roll right off of him. It was made for broader men than him, but did a good job concealing just who or what exactly was beneath it. He liked that part of it a lot.

He froze at the sound of a voice that seemed to be directed toward him from the edge of the wagon, the blood immediately draining from his face. "[color=87CEFA]Uh,[/color]" he choked out, shivering like he once did when Thors entered the room with whatever he was going to be struck with today. She faltered when the hood fell from his face, giving her a display of his face in all of its glory. He also finally had a clear view of the owner of the voice. Once he looked down a bit. [i][color=87CEFA]Is she supposed to be a child? No, much too rude... No. Not rude enough.[/color][/i]

"[color=87CEFA]Many people did not like it. You do not either,[/color]" he said flatly, now staring at her, having difficulty disguising his fascination with her size. Askeladden instinctively reached up and adjusted his eye-patch, the rough leather edges of rubbing against his skin as it settled over his glassy eye. He tried to sit up more, wiggling his leg and scowling, before giving it a hard jerk, being greeted by the sound of tearing fabric and a dull pain in his calve. "[color=87CEFA]I should be here, I think.[/color]" He spoke slowly, unsure of every word he said, even the last two. He climbed out toward her and dropped down on his ass at the edge of the wagon, eyes fixated on her, watching her carefully, cautiously. His hands went to the strings of his cloak and fully undid them, the piece dropping onto the bed of the wagon. "[color=87CEFA]I, uh..[/color]" He started, then stopped. [i][color=87CEFA]You'll what?[/color][/i] He thought to himself, suddenly grabbing his cloak and thrusting it out toward the tiny girl with eyes that oozed suspicion. "[color=87CEFA]You don't have one. I can give you this if you let me stay.[/color]"

He held the cloak out to her with trembling hands, his gaze lowering. "[color=87CEFA]There is nowhere else to go,[/color]" he muttered, "[color=87CEFA]I don't want to leave.[/color]"