Weal
Bray lounged comfortably on Astrid's chaise, their body perfectly molded to its curves. Their limbs stretched in various directions - fully relaxed in defiance of their father's warnings.
King Nathaniel Zale of Helheim hadn't stopped yapping about the Celestials showing up. Bray got that it was a big deal, but their father's decision to lock Bray up on Asgard seemed a bit much. These giant creatures have been around forever apparently, and while they could be a problem for Earth. What. About. The. Gigs?
It didn't matter Bray took the party to Asgard, even though their dad was Nathaniel Zale-ing all over the situation. The party at the moment, consisted of some really nice but very old booze and Astrid's chaise - but was actively seeking expansion from there.
Bray raised the bottle to the patio and the stunning view of the mountains and shouted "Cheers to you, Dad!" Then chased it with a long sip of the fiery liquor.