The thunderer remained absolutely silent, staring down at the massive body of the equine, listening to the shuddering gasps accompanied by pained words. Externally he remained passive, yet every single syllable burrowed into his brain.
Sleipnir finally stilled, and Thor immediately picked up the specially-forged shackles. The metal was cool to the touch and was seamlessly smooth in texture. He then began getting each heavy steel cuff around the old warhorse's legs.
Each cuff closed with a firm clink, and each percussive sound stirred up the words Sleipnir uttered. Surrendered love and peace for this. Aye. But it was a price worth paying. I surrendered a truly depraved love, and a peace which will come to end, in exchange for my birthright, in the name of my duty as a son and a prince! No price was too high for that. Such a notion must be ridiculous.
It was worth it, he chanted to himself again, remembering the pain Odin's disapproval brought him. He bellowed a command back towards the stable entrance, summoning the servants. Sleipnir had been immobilized, and now he could cart the beast to Odin. Surely his father would approve of his success.