“What’s left of them! What the Hel, Mother?” Hermod started resorting to his own violence. He started kicking his brother’s shins while he struggled to break out of Thor’s grip. The only thing that kept him from kicking him in the nuts was the fact that Thor actually thought he was helping.
The Thunder God started to try to explain why it was a bad idea to go back in there. Bast and Ninkasi were older, they could take care of themselves, and he would only get himself killed. That was stating the obvious. Except for him getting killed. They wouldn’t hurt him. At least Bast wouldn’t.
“Fine,” he said when Thor suggested calling Taweret. He stopped struggling. “She can come and look in there and say what all the rest of you are saying. Bast and Ninkasi are going to kill each other and anyone else nearby. Everyone else has this handled. Great. I’ll just run right out and find a new girlfriend. Didn’t take me long to find this one, did it?” He was getting angrier because no one seemed to understand.
“I know you’ve known Bast longer, Thor. But don’t you get it? I can calm her down. I can end this.” Asshole.