+ 1 to all dem voice tests!

[subecho]

Release your hold on me, witch woman. Asgard wishes me returned and you do not stand as strong as Heimdall to bar my path.

You've taken madness for your mantle if you do not see enough of my kind walking your world already.

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[lunging]

[He pats his hair, protectively.]

Are you jealous, my friend?

[subecho]

They say a weapon catches the best shine if it's kept in the softest fur, good Fandral.



[ Staring. ]

[lunging]

[Wait Thor he doesn't get that one]

I don't get that one.

[subecho]

[ Heh. Heh. Heh. ]

We could weave Mjölnir a fine wrapping cloth of that soft hair of yours, couldn't we? Think of it. A good cause.

[lunging]

[DDDDD:]

...not a good enough cause, I'm afraid. You can shine your own hammer, just like I polish my own sword.

[subecho]

Fandral, you wound.

[lunging]

[BUT IT'S HIS PRIDE AND GLORY! Marsha Brady got nothing on Fandral's hair, okay]

I'd say I'd shine your hammer for you but...these mortals take things in such terrible ways, truly.

[subecho]

And how do you think to raise it?

[lunging]

To raise the way they take simple statements to something less...guttery?

[Guttery's not a word, Fandral. It's a good thing you're with Thor, since he might think it is. Shh.]

[subecho]

[ Oh, Fandral, you so smurt and handsooooome. ]

To raise the hammer high enough to polish, good Fandral.

[lunging]

Well...you could just hold it an angle, otherwise I wouldn't be able to, since I could never wield the mighty Mjolnir.

[subecho]

Then you see, it is still my work. I would do better and less to have a wrap of your hair.

[lunging]

[You're so horrifying right now, bff.]

Orrrr...you could put it on your chest while you sleep, I could polish that side...then turn you over and voila! Both sides done.

My hair stays on my head.

All of Asgard is happy.

[subecho]

I am not an unjust being, Fandral. I shall hear more of your proposition over the wine and fresh bread you will be sure to bring us.



[ And this, Asgardians, is how you bully your friends into buying you lunch. ]

[lunging]

[Thor you're a bully

How did Captain America stand you?]

I'm not doing any such thing. I refuse.

[subecho]

[ Dr. Banner helped with morale. ]


Then we'll have to stand by Sif's door and hope the baker's delivered fresh tokens of his esteem of her beauty again. I claim the rolls.

[lunging]

[Again, Thor? Really? Taking the rolls?]

Half the rolls.