Thor rounded his eyes and gave Frigg an incredulous look. They’d round up what was left of them? Oh yeah. That was going to help.
And right on cue, his baby brother started bucking and kicking wilder than he had before. Dammit. He’d deal with his sister’s uncharacteristic lack of tact later. For right now, he needed to calm the kid down, because he had more bravery than brains.
“Listen to me-- LISTEN!” he roared to get Hermod’s attention. “I’ve known Ninkasi a long time, hell, I’ve known Bast longer ‘n you. Both of ‘em are tough as nails, and both of ‘em are way, way, way, way, way, way older ‘n us. Know what that means? Means they’ve learned how to survive that long. They’re both stronger ‘n us too, definitely stronger ‘n me, so I know they’re stronger ‘n you too. You get in the middle a’ those desert goddesses, you’re gonna be a bloody puddle on the fucking floor. You think Bast wants that? Hmmm? No. No, she don’t. ‘Sides, you go in there, she’s gonna think she needs to protect you, and you’re gonna distract her. Is that what you want?”
Thor sighed, tightening his grip. “Look, would it make you feel better if I called somebody to come check on Bast? ‘Cause you’re not going back in there any time soon. I’ll ask Tawaret to come take a look, she can handle herself, and she’ll let us know if Bast needs us. Okay? That work for you? Can you calm the fuck down now?”
Mentally, he rolled his eyes, then reached out to the other desert woman he trusted. “Hey sexy lady. You busy? Bast is… being Bast. Times twelve.”