He waited patiently as both of them presented their arguments. Bragi's in particular tested that patience, as he went on and on. And on. Tyr found himself momentarily fascinated by the boy's knowledge. Where did he hear this stuff? He spoke too eloquently and clearly to be making it up, which meant the stories had to come from somewhere, but Tyr couldn't for the life of him remember hearing them himself. That meant they couldn't be very common knowledge. The child was a wonder. But clever tongue or not, that horse was not going to stay in the hall.
"Are you going to equate the Alfather's hall to that of a dwarf?" Tyr's voice was still harder than usual, that forceful, in-charge tone remaining. It never occured to him that it might seem like yelling to the younger gods. "I wouldn't think you would insult Odin so. And besides, the dwarf didn't have Frigg to contend with. Perhaps Odin wouldn't mind, but I am sure the Queen would have a far different opinion." Not to mention that like himself, Frigg did not think particularly highly of the Trickster- or anything connected to him.
"I can't recall ever wanting to pet a horse inside, no." Horses were all well and good, and some were even friendly and well behaved. But they served a purpose, a usefulness. True, how they were treated might affect their later behavior, and he would never abuse an animal, but it was still an animal.
"Tell you what. If the two of you bundle up properly, you can take it- him," he altered, more for Hermod's sake than anything else. The boy was obviously quite fond of the beast. "...outside and play for a bit with him."
To let them know he wasn't just giving in and letting them do whatever they wanted, he added, "But stay where I can see you. And Hermod is in charge of the horse. Half an hour, and then I want you," he looked specifically at Hermod, "to take him back to the stables and you," he now turned to Bragi, "are to come inside when he does."
"And I don't want to see either of you attempting to mount him either. You got that? And watch out for his hooves."
Babysitting stunk. If either of them got hurt, doubly likely due to double the number of legs alone, Odin and Frigg would never forgive him. He had given up a chance to see Zisa for this?