Daisy couldn't quite understand the feelings between Bor and Odin, father and son, but Odin's expression of "my dad is dead" made her teeth ache.
Did they really have to be this confrontational?
Daisy couldn't exactly follow Bor's lead and say that his son wasn't a warrior. It would have been one thing if his son weren't standing right there, but Odin was planted in front of them, glaring as he listened.
She could only hedge and focus on the axe. "The axe is indeed quite good. Very sharp... very good..."
Bor was crafty too. He burst out laughing, then turned sideways to look at Odin. "Did you hear that? With an axe in hand, any enemy can be defeated. Isn't that what I taught you back then? Even a young girl understands such a simple truth, yet you don't? You spend all day brooding over that useless nonsense! What good is it? Look at yourself. I'm embarrassed for you. Your beard has turned white! Asgardians take pride in dying on the battlefield and shame in dying in bed! You must have died surrounded by a bunch of bawling women, didn't you?"
Odin's face turned pale with rage. He drew a deep breath, and his voice was so loud it nearly blew the roof off the New York Sanctum.
"Bullshit! I died fighting the Planet Devourer! What is there about such a simple truth that I don't understand? I'm smarter than you. What's wrong with studying more knowledge? You old fossil! Your era has long passed! I was the one who built Asgard's greatest territory, I was the one who united the Nine Realms, I was!"
Odin was furious, continuously striking the ground with Gungnir to lend force to his words.
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