"You mustn't think I'm meddling. I'm sure my eldest has already done plenty of that," Frigga began as she strode into his office. She brought with her two hot mugs, and offered one to him. "Do you like tea? If you prefer coffee, it's a simple spell, though it will lose that 'brewed by hand' flavor," she said, the smirk on her face very much like her youngest's. "If you have a few moments, perhaps we can share a hot drink and get to know one another a little better."

"Do you think I am a foolish man, Elder Son of Hills?" Thor smiled at the man from where he was leaning against the doorframe. Thor was more than a little pleased to realize he barely fit inside said doorframe, but he might've been trying to take up extra space. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He was smiling at the legal man, as Stark called him, but there was a purpose in his coming here. "You have a little brother too, do you not?"

"I hear you're the man to talk to about the Narrows." Fish's voice echoed out across the dark room. She didn't bother with pleasantries anymore, she had spent enough time playing games with Falcone. "Fish Mooney. If you've heard of me, I'm back. If you haven't, you will," she said by way of introduction. "I'm looking to make a few friends before I start taking out my enemies. Care to listen, Mr... Nygma, was it?"

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The open road was like a home to the pair of brothers. It was the home they never had but could’ve had lest their lives had gone differently. 

It reminded Sam of the road so far and how far they had come along. Monsters don’t hunt themselves, you know.