Odin's words carried a hint of contempt for warriors, and Bor turned the conversation toward him.
"Asgard has only warriors, no kings. Only those sissies in Greece like kings! My axe has chopped countless kings to death!"
"You old bastard..."
"You little brat..."
"You old fossil..."
"You're a brat too..."
None of the three God Kings would yield to the others. They went around in circles, unleashing a truly spectacular barrage of insults.
At first, Thor stood off to the side with a respectful smile, listening quietly. But after Bor said, "This grandson still has a bit of a warrior's honor," he too was dragged into the fray.
Thor's ideals were still ten light-years away from Odin's path of kingship. He had been somewhat influenced by Captain America and contemporary American values, placing greater importance on democracy and freedom.
He believed that gods and ordinary people were simply two different forms of life with different responsibilities. There was no question of one being noble and the other lowly.
Odin scoffed at that. What the hell were democracy and freedom? If everyone was free, who was he supposed to rule as king? He thought this son of his was far too weak-willed and simple-minded. Put bluntly, he was childish.
Bor, on the other hand, thought Thor was quite good. He resembled him—pure in character, righteous at heart, and a fine warrior. There was even a faint sense of a grandfather's special affection for his grandson.
Buri had nothing but disdain left. Whose foolish child was this? Did he have anything to do with him?
Bor backed Thor as the four of them dealt with the challenges from his father and his son, launching into another fierce argument...
Doctor Strange looked up at the roof of the New York Sanctum. The voices