|After a second of thinking, the boy points to the larger snake marking. "Jörmungandr." He simply says. Jörmungandr? That's what these people have been calling him. "Heita?" I ask him, it's the closest thing I know to 'name'. He laughs. Why was that funny to him? "Asmund." he tells me. "Asmund?" I ask "Heita Asmund." He says, it's pretty broken the way he said it, but I think he did it so I would understand. His names Asumnd? But, I'm still confused. "Jörmungandr?" I ask "Heimr ormr." he tells me. I shrug, I don't know what he said. He gestures with his hands to show what I think means it's a big snake. "Týr?" I ask, from all their talking I picked up that it meant god, or something to that effect. He shook his head no. He turns from me a little. He has a marking on his neck. "Ouroboros." I point. He turns to me quickly and puts a hand over the back of his neck and smiles. "Yes!" He quickly says. That's the most English he'll probably ever learn from me and mother.