He wanted to show him something? That was going to be great. He didn’t do many things alone with his father, so this was going to be great. He grabbed his coat (his mother would be angry if he went outside without it) and smiled at Odin.
“I’m ready to go, sir.” Hermod headed for the door and was about to go out into the hall before he remembered the proper protocol. He stepped back to let his father, the king, go ahead of him. “Baldr says you always get to go first. I’m not really sure why though. I mean I would think it would be safer to let someone else go first. Someone like Thor.” His half-brother would make a good buffer between Odin and whatever would possibly come at him. Then again, it might not be right to question things like this.
“Are we going to Midgard? Heimdall won’t let me go alone until I’m older.” Hermod really enjoyed mingling with the mortals the few times his brothers had let him go with them. Usually it was so Hod could have someone to help guide him. But Hermod didn’t mind taking that duty. He loved all his brothers and Hod was always fun to talk to.
Then another thought occurred to him. “Am I in trouble?” He didn’t think he had done anything wrong, but someone may have been upset with him running through their garden.