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And what a fantastic job you've been doing so far.
Thank you for that, Mun.

I aught to have your head for you being so utterly dense.
It will not happen again. This is not up for debate.
So cease your pathetic excuses, mortal, and get to work.

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Aw! It's nice that you're looking out for your mun!

[ read: this one's even more dense ]

Such disdain.

I am a generous God, after all.

[ What. ]

Spare the rod, as they say.

I suspect you disdain us mortals so much because you fear you are as pathetic as we are.

You suspect wrong. Unsurprisingly. [ How strange. What, with you being a mortal and all. ]

But how could I be? We are the same, after all. The ungrateful second son. You have more years and greater delusions, that's all.

Do be easier on him. It must be quite a chore having such a mewling little thing in his head.

Throwing tantrums. Making idle threats.

Incorrect. Again.

I am not his son.

You are a human.

Catching on yet?

Does that change anything? We're both bad blood.

Mewling, she says. [ Moment. ] That sounds familiar.

A child indeed. Does he need a lesson upon grammar and word choice now?

If you seek counsel, I suggest elsewhere.

Oh-- a god?

Sif.

Remind me how you became a warrior.

Through my skill, determination and might.

[Don't even go there.]

Mm, indeed.

Do not insult Sif.

[Seriously, she's the best bro ever (usually). Also, hi you crazy bastard, etc. etc.]

That what, you've always had? What a jest. You were a Goddess no less obsessed with your self image as Frigga herself. Mad for the Thunderer and not of his eye any longer.

You would do anything to catch it but once more but the best you get is an oblivious wink and off he goes to bed that whimpering snatch of a woman on Earth.