Vidar was completely entertained as he listened to his brother. He wasn’t clear on what exactly Bragi was talking about, but he made a good argument for it. Maybe the girl had suicidal friends or just an interest in mass killings. Mortals took interest in many strange things. That was one of the things he liked about them.
He raised an eyebrow when Bragi insulted his choice of beverage. There might be five hundred and fifty seven things on the menu, but Vidar had no idea what most of them were. He wasn’t very eager to put some of those things into his body. Mocha choka latte just did not sound that good to him.
Vidar still couldn’t help but smile at his brother. Bragi just seemed to bring out the best in everyone around him. He wondered what would happen if Bragi was ever in a bad mood. It would probably be one of the unknown signs of Ragnarok. At the very least, Bragi in a bad mood would make things very boring.
He looked Bragi over, and decided that his brother looked like he was doing well. In the back, dark corner of his mind, Vidar was always worried that he would come out of his hall one day and find his brothers were hurt or ill. He was always relieved to find them all fit, healthy and happy.
“My eyes are blue, not green or black,” he said, intentionally misunderstanding Bragi. He assumed it was one of those five hundred and fifty seven varieties of coffee this place offered. He just wanted to hear his brother describe it.