"They are sleeping. You should look in on them. Ormi … he is just like you, his pouting little lips." Her words drifted as she looked up at Jormungandr.
She knew that his words were sincere, but his life had been a wash of confusion and turmoil for the longest of times. His self idetity had holes and garbled knots from where he had seemingly pieced it together, but that didn’t bother Penny. He was the shy man who had given himself to her wholly, who had fathered her children and still returned to her bed. No matter what happened, he was Ormi’s daddy, Olive’s papa, they were his flesh and his blood, the ties that bind.
"You are still you. You look different, but what’s inside your heart, that’s what counts, Jormungadr. I …" She wasn’t sure what to say to him. There seemed to be a breech she wasn’t sure she had the ability to bridge.
"You can be whoever you want to be, you have the strength, the power, you are the man that I love and that won’t ever change."
Jormungandr turned to face her. She was right. He had already made a permanent mark on the world already, without destroying it. He and Penelope had changed each others’ lives, and created two more. Jor had a true identity in the eyes of Penelope, Ormi, and Olive. He still belonged to his mother, his father, Fenrir, and Hel.
He brought Penelope into a hug. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “The last thing I want to do is make you feel hurt. Please do not pity me.”
As he relaxed himself, pulling out of their embrace, Jor said this: “I need to go see them.”
And he did so, quietly opening the door to their room. The twins were still asleep, wrapped up in neat blanket bundles. He did finally notice that Ormi’s lips were like his own, exactly what Pen had mentioned. But he knew Ormi had his mother’s eyes. Both babies did.
Jor smiled a little, knowing that this was his true home.