"You will no longer be able to answer me…
...once you're dead."
Even with Gerald and Surtr going wild in the background, Vanya and Van's attention was completely on the young man in front of them, Hermod. With him threatening Van, Vanya's hands could not help but tremble as a slight rage was starting to grow inside her.
Her father had been threatened by Gerald before, but this was the first time someone threatened to take her father's life-- and she won't just let that pass.
"Be careful with your next words, Aesir," Vanya muttered. She knew that his father was not entirely faultless; one could even say it was entirely his fault as he did this to provoke the Aesir in the first place. But still, Van is her father.
"I have no qualms with you, Vanya," Hermod let out a sigh as he shook his head, "Odin has quite a liking to you, as you are the tamest of the Progenitors-- not even once questioning our rule."
"Because I never had to."
