ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ / ᴹᴵˢᶜᴴᴵᴱᶠ ᵎ

“I’ve heard stories, but I tend to lean toward experience first. I don’t believe every story tells the truth. So I try to hear from the source if possible. Not always, but alas that’s how it is.” Halvor admits with a wave of his hand. He wonders how that conversation would go, but surely will eventually know the outcome one day. 

“Well yes I can throw lightning at people, but that’s different then what you do.” Thor points out win a chuckle — it has taken him awhile to fully master that part, but while he is THE GOD OF THUNDER — he loves to punch people first. “Are we playing twenty questions?”

“Many people don’t think my mom threatening at first glance either. Of course, most learn the error of their ways quickly.” She said. “Perhaps if my heels are higher I will achieve vaguely threatening status.”

Halvor had always hoped of someday managing to get on Loki’s good side, but he has learned to accept that it won’t ever happen. She has her reasons — and it wasn’t fair for him to come back from the dead. He wonders what the cost was, and how it he’ll even get to live out a LONG life. “You are?” It was expected at least. “I don’t think you’re that cruel — I just don’t know what to expect is all.”

“i don’t know. are you?” whatever the reality was ; kena thought herself pretty funny. “my dad could care less - about pretty much everything, actually, but especially the limelight. my mom…- well, if i hadn’t met you, i would’ve thought that was where that particular trait came from.” she was confident enough to say as much - in this case, at the very least, she didn’t think she was seeing what didn’t exist. 

“I am not blessed with magic like you are. I have my fists, and just that.” Although Thor wouldn’t way no to a good melee weapon whether it be his hammer or a sword. He doesn’t say anything at first, just crosses his arms over his chest as he thinks about that. “Well —“

Halvor is suddenly worried about what could happen to him in the future. He felt fine now, but that doesn’t mean it will stay that way. He truly wanted to believe that this was a miracle, but he wonders what the price is to be paid for him being here. “I’ll have to ask my mother more about what she did to get me back.” He deserves to know what’s to be expected. “Well that’s a relief at least.” 

achilles was surprised by how much he enjoyed the god’s company. cleaning didn’t seem quite sos tedious with someone who was actually interesting to talk to. “there’s a coffee place not to far from here that i bring my daughter to.. she likes their cookies, but they have some good lunch options to,” achilles offered.

Raynor scoffed and shook his head. “I never said you were a terrible parent, you would be if you made me go to his small council meetings. Doesn’t win you many points, but at least you never did that. Ignoring that Alva’s ghost is here won’t make them go away, you know. They’re annoyed with us.” He knows Loki doesn’t like talking about Alva, he was usually good with not bringing them up. But he was so fed up, he would regret it once he calmed down.

❝ i wouldn’t go about listening to everything thor has to say. certainly not, actually. ❞ his brother sure did love to embarrass him, or, worse, try to make loki seem like an actual person when he would much rather not be accused of something so serious. he and sigyn got along too well. loki scoffed. ❝ i’ll take whether or not i see any truth in it to my grave.  ❞

loki crossed his arms, stubborn to a fault. ❝ i understand it. i’m not a terrible parent, but i will never be as good a parent as sigyn. ❞ honestly, unlike most things, he cannot bring himself to be bitter about it. sigyn takes to parenting like a fish to water. she loves with a love stronger than love. ❝ i am not ignoring them. i cannot see them, raynor. and they spent all their time alive annoyed with us as well, so. ❞ not that alva was ever the most pleasant. they were too visceral to be easy and everyone, especially loki, loved them for it.