Re: Odinson Family Values
The Asgardian had nearly emptied the bottle; he took one final deep drink and let the treacly liquor course down his throat.
He remembered that sense of complete shock when he realized what Odin had done; almost like part of myself had been found to not exist. The lie which I built everything upon suddenly vanished; the Crown of Asgard disappeared into nothing more than a puff of smoke. Something about the halting speech of the larger man reminded him of that time, and as much as he craved to surround Ragnar in and embrace and beseech the man to see what was revealed to anyone's sight (a throne built upon death and sat upon by a dead god), he could not bring himself to push his fellow warrior.
Not to speak of the possibilities if I push too much. Would he go mad and strike out in holy vengeance? Would he offer blood to slake his faith? I shall not place the Midgardians at such risk.
He stood up, and placed one final single-arm hug across the Space Wolf's shoulders. "I must take my leave this evening," he said, "but I look forward to speaking with you again, friend Ragnar." Indeed, the Asgardian would have called the man brother if he didn't think Ragnar would be confused by the meaning of the honorific and its relationship to his more... personal customs.