"WAAAAA!!!!! ABADDON, FUCK YOUUU!!!"
"Hahahahahaha!!!!"
The laughter of an enormous eastern dragon echoed throughout hundreds of thousands of miles in space.
Abaddon was only a fraction of his true size as he soared through space with Sif nestled between his horns.
She spent the first part of this trip mesmerized by her ex-husband's majestic new form.
As a simple eastern dragon, Abaddon was covered in glossy black scales wrapped in his usual gold tattoos.
His wise-looking whiskers were just out of reach so that Sif couldn't pull on them to force him to slow down.
In this form, Abaddon could take full advantage of his body's flexibility.
He did more loopty-loops than a pair of shoelaces and flew so fast that Sif couldn't even properly observe her surroundings.
She was glad she'd made the choice not to get up and eat today, or else Abaddon definitely would have made her throw up already.
