The divine whip left behind dazzling afterimages as it cracked solidly against Thor's heavy breastplate.
With a muffled boom, the Divine Realm's heavy armor, capable of withstanding a starship's main cannon fire, split open with a pale mark. Half of Thor's body went numb from the blow, and he spun halfway around on the spot, his flesh burning with searing pain.
"Argh! Mother! What are you doing?!" Thor cried out, clutching his breastplate as Mjolnir nearly slipped from his grasp.
"What am I doing? If I don't whip some sense into you, you lazy blockhead, I'll have failed the ancestors of the Asgardian Palace!"
Runes glowed beneath Frigga's feet, and empowered by divine magic, she moved like lightning. All her usual elegance and dignity vanished as her wrist flickered like a shuttle through a loom. The Punishment Divine Whip transformed into countless golden serpents that filled the sky, sweeping down upon Thor.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Your father has fallen into slumber, yet you don't think about strengthening our defenses!"
"Argh! It hurts, it hurts!"
"Hela is recruiting troops in the mortal world, and instead of thinking about stabilizing the Divine Realm, you're plotting to abandon your duties and sneak off to Midgard!"
"Mother! Don't hit my face! Mjolnir... get back! Don't hurt Mother!"
Thor did not dare summon his divine power to fight back, much less use his hammer to shield himself. He could only clutch his head and scramble miserably between the thick bronze pillars of the divine hall. Frigga's divine whip pierced straight through divine defenses, striking only flesh, blood, and bone, whipping the God of Thunder until he howled in agony and bled all over.
"Loki only just returned after suffering grave injuries, yet he still knows to share my burdens! And you? You throw off your