“Hey! No need to make assumptions!” Jack said, throwing his hands up in mock-defense, chuckling a little as he did so, “I do know of Berk. I mean, where do you think all that cold comes from?”
Sending over a smirk, condescending as he could muster, Jack continued on, leaning against his staff casually as he did so. It was a half-lie, what he said. He’d been around Berk, in the skies, and the heavy snowfall was, indeed, his doing. But he’d never actually beeninBerk.Or, truth be told, even gotten that close.
Eyes flicking again to the lizard in question, Jack took note of its heat. The dragon was incredibly warm, and such warmth made him nervous. But of course, he wouldn’t let that show. Showing nervousness and fear wasn’t something a king did, after all, and even if he weren’t a king, Jack Frost, the winter spirit who could bring snowfall in the middle of summer and blizzards to cities just for the fun of it, was a hellraiser all on his own. Laughing in the face of fear just came with the job description.
“So, of course I know of Berk. Just haven’t been around that much,” he added. That part was true. The lizards—dragons—that spewed flame and fire, were enough incentive to keep his distance. Not to mention, he had much, much better things to do.
“From Skadi, goddess of winter.” Ruffnut answered bluntly and plainly. “Though we have heard of Jokul Frosti, but most of the work is done by Skadi. Goddess of ice, snow, winter and hunting. You may, or may not, have met her. Though unlikely as she prefers to keep to herself in the forests of Asgard. And only comes down to Midgard to hunt and bring the winter in her wake.”