Hermod looked up in response to the knock on his door. He hoped that was not another one of his mother’s handmaidens. He was really tired of they way some of them threw themselves at him. Others, he didn’t mind as much. He jumped up and hurried to the door when he heard his father’s voice.
Odin was usually pretty busy, so Hermod didn’t see his father as much as he would like. He knew his father had a lot of responsibility, so Hermod never felt neglected. He was always happy when he got some time with Odin.
“Hi, Dad,” he said, opening the door. “Come on in. I wasn’t doing anything that can’t wait.” He had been reading a story Baldr had recommended to him. If he were honest, he would admit that he was glad for the interruption. The story was really boring. Not that he would tell his big brother that, but he did not like it at all.
“I’m glad you stopped by. I’ve got some mead if you want some,” he said, blushing. He had no idea what to say to his father.