Asgard’s best dad/mom:
Summer road trips in the family RV featuring gas station slurpees, backseat driver Sigyn, and professional enabler, Angrboda.
Embarrassing family photo sessions every Yule.
“Of course the horse girl wants to ride you, sweetie, Mummy told you she would. Just say neigh next time she asks, right?”
Friday night living room sleepovers complete with movie marathons, popcorn, and camping in the backyard.
Pie-eating contests.
Pie-throwing contests.
“Fenrir, don’t bite the mailman–you poop on him, we’ve been through this, buddy, come on.”
Hel gets a “Baby’s First Pyre” in her room when she turns 2.
Horrible dad jokes at all times.
“Gender? I hardly know ‘er!”
Gives the best hugs in the universe.
“Jorm, I told you–the pool’s fine for now, you can terrorize the oceans when you’re older.”
“Who wants a tattoo–? Shit, Sigyn, I’m kidding!”
