Well. Odin Borson, All-Father, King of Asgard and Guardian of the Nine Realms had two sons. One was bright as day, a true warrior of the Aesir- that is to say, he was dull, foolish, and far too good-natured to be a good king, and yet he was heir to the throne. The other was night, if the elder was day- his path lay through sorcery and words, things that were usually the domain of the womenfolk of Asgard. The two brothers, however, were steadfast brothers despite their differences.
I shall not tell of their childhood, except to say that the younger, knowing that the elder was to be king, tried in every way he could to dissuade him from actions too brutal or stupid. He did not always succeed. Of course, the younger also took his pleasure where he could, in seeing a fool made of his brother. After all, is that not the way of siblings?
[And so he goes, beginning to narrate the story of the coronation, of the Jotunn disrupting, and Thor's banishment. He speaks like he's reciting a tale in the mead halls, his voice sometimes almost seeming like it's veering into a long melodic poem, only to turn sharply back to low, murmuring prose. After all they call him the Silvertongue, and it is not only on account of his lies.]
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Well. Odin Borson, All-Father, King of Asgard and Guardian of the Nine Realms had two sons. One was bright as day, a true warrior of the Aesir- that is to say, he was dull, foolish, and far too good-natured to be a good king, and yet he was heir to the throne. The other was night, if the elder was day- his path lay through sorcery and words, things that were usually the domain of the womenfolk of Asgard. The two brothers, however, were steadfast brothers despite their differences.
I shall not tell of their childhood, except to say that the younger, knowing that the elder was to be king, tried in every way he could to dissuade him from actions too brutal or stupid. He did not always succeed. Of course, the younger also took his pleasure where he could, in seeing a fool made of his brother. After all, is that not the way of siblings?
[And so he goes, beginning to narrate the story of the coronation, of the Jotunn disrupting, and Thor's banishment. He speaks like he's reciting a tale in the mead halls, his voice sometimes almost seeming like it's veering into a long melodic poem, only to turn sharply back to low, murmuring prose. After all they call him the Silvertongue, and it is not only on account of his lies.]