Re: Odinson Family Values
Thor sat the now-warm can of beer discreetly down beside him as he gratefully accepted the bottle of mead; Victor and I bottled most of the remaining mead from the barrel he recalled. He stood up and grabbed his own chair; he groaned slightly as he stretched his legs. After sitting down once again, he raised the neck of the glass vessel to his lips and sipped. The mead looked almost like molten bronze in the light of the dying flames.
When the Asgardian's suspicions were confirmed, his next inhale came as a hiss through clenched teeth. "And so you were reforged by the smith of the heavens," Thor began, "he hath created you anew"; the Asgardian habit of weaving epic tales and poetic boasts and glorious songs seemed to have paid off as he reforged the lyrics of the hymn. "He drove every human memory from the city of your heart."
He took one gulp of mead before he took another breath.
"And he is indeed your Lord," he concluded grimly. He continued to look forward blankly; at that moment he did not know if he could look at Ragnar's face without being overcome by the desire to embrace the man and hold him close for hours on end.