Hermod watched as Bragi talked to Tyr, Bragi was really, really good at talking. Hermod was sure he would convince their big brother to let them play with Sleipnir. He knew he didn’t do anything wrong. His mother might not be real happy about the hoof prints in the hall, but she wouldn’t yell at them. She would explain to them why it had been a bad idea, but he didn’t think it was bad at all.
Finally, Tyr relented. A little. He said they could go outside and play with Sleipnir. But only for half an hour. And they had to put on their coats and everything. Hermod guessed that was the best thing for Bragi. He was still pretty little. Dad would get cranky if they got him sick.
“Okay, Tyr,” he said, smiling at his big brother. “I’ll get Bragi into his coat and mittens. Then we’ll go outside and play with Sleipnir there.” He hadn’t planned on taking Bragi to the stables with him. He didn’t think his little brother would like the smell. That took some getting use to.
He wasn’t sure just where Tyr could see, but he would do his best to keep them in that area. Now that Tyr had agreed to let them play, Hermod didn’t want to mess it up now. “We aren’t going to ride him, Tyr. Sleipnir is too young for that.”
He pulled Bragi and Sleipnir closer to the door and handed his little brother his coat. He didn’t think Bragi knew how to ride horses yet. He would find a much better pony for his first time. Something small and gentle would be best.