He thought she might be surprised if he told her that she did kind of look like one or two of the Valkyries. They just had lighter hair, usually. He might tell her that later when his palms stopped sweating and he stopped blushing all the time. He had always wanted a sister, though. It seemed that his father just kept having sons. The closest he seemed to be able to get was Thor’s daughter, Thrud. And she was really a niece, not a sister. But he could try to think of Philotes as a sister. It was worth a try anyway.
“We can, uh, try the Indian first,” he said, agreeing with her logic. The car would be faster, but the bike is much more open and fun. “I have a helmet if you want to wear it. Motorcycles can be a little dangerous. At least to mortals.” He never wore a helmet himself. It wasn’t due to any cocky god ego, at least not very much. He just liked feeling the wind in his hair. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. It was a little too hokey sounding for a Nord.
“We can take a lap or two around the lakebed and then switch over to the Bugatti.” He was really looking forward to riding in that car. He just knew it was going to be amazing. He thought about how fast the Bugatti might go as he straddles the Indian and started it up with one kick. He checked the clutch and brakes before he held out the helmet.
Hermod really hoped she would refuse the offered protection. He wanted her to feel the complete adrenaline rush that you could get from riding a motorcycle at top speed. He would bet that she would understand that feeling. It might even be part of the reason she liked to make her cars go fast. If he could get comfortable being around her, they might be able to have a really good friendship.