[ The woman draws herself to her fullest height -- taller than both Wanda and "Loki" -- and stares down at the siblings with a look that every governess worldwide would commend. The frustration in her voice is replaced by a stony steadiness that every child is genetically programmed to understand as 'you done fucked up'. ]
If you are to act like savages, then perhaps you would like to join the ones on Jotunheim.
[ Astrid seems to hesitate, but Gunnar pumps his free fist in the air with defiant enthusiasm. ] I'll kill 'em!
They'll kill you, [ Astrid scoffs. ]
Nay, sister, not if we take them together!
They will take the both of you, [ says their mother, turning her back on them with the thread to leave. ] For their dinner.
Bit scrawny for that, [ says the vendor, playing along in a bored tone. ] Your bones might be big enough to pick their teeth, though.
[ The children both seem to waver, but when their mother doesn't stop or look back, they both shove off each other and bolt toward her, squabbling as they disappear into the market crowds. Sighing, the vendor shakes his head, then puts on a smile for Wanda and Loki. ]
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If you are to act like savages, then perhaps you would like to join the ones on Jotunheim.
[ Astrid seems to hesitate, but Gunnar pumps his free fist in the air with defiant enthusiasm. ] I'll kill 'em!
They'll kill you, [ Astrid scoffs. ]
Nay, sister, not if we take them together!
They will take the both of you, [ says their mother, turning her back on them with the thread to leave. ] For their dinner.
Bit scrawny for that, [ says the vendor, playing along in a bored tone. ] Your bones might be big enough to pick their teeth, though.
[ The children both seem to waver, but when their mother doesn't stop or look back, they both shove off each other and bolt toward her, squabbling as they disappear into the market crowds. Sighing, the vendor shakes his head, then puts on a smile for Wanda and Loki. ]