He had no idea why his mother thought Hel would give Baldr back. Everyone knew that there were rules about death. Once you die, you stay where you are until Ragnarok. He didn’t know al the details, but it seemed like you would fight on one side or the other until it was over. It seemed weird to him, but he was not the warrior his brothers were.
“Um, I think, your majesty, that Frigg was hoping you would release Baldr for the good of the realm,” he finally said. He was off the script that his mother had given him, but he had not really been told what to say for every question that may come up. Like that last one. “Uh, we can offer you gold and jewels and stuff. But I guess you probably have all those already. We have dwarf gold. That’s something, right?”
Hermod knew he was not going to convince Hel if he kept talking like that. He was started to stammer a bit like he always did around women. That shouldn’t be happening. He was here on official business and besides, Hel was someone he saw as a child. He should think about that, not about her pretty half. He could feel himself starting to blush. He shook his head slightly to get his mind back to where it should be.
“I don’t know what we can give you, Hel.” Honesty usually worked the best for him. “It’s just that everyone loved Baldr so much and his death really effected everyone. I just want my brother back. Please.”