Seeing Baldr waver, Hela, hidden in the darkness, immediately pressed her advantage. She asked again:
"Do you remember Thor's goats? The two that pulled his bronze chariot."
"I remember. Tanngrisnir the tooth-grinder and Tanngnjóstr the tooth-gnasher. They were fierce and loyal, capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart alive. They were Thor's good comrades. That chariot wreathed in thunder must still appear often in the Frost Giants' nightmares."
The God of Light had an astonishing memory. There was a reason he was so beloved. Not only could he remember everyone's name in Asgard, he could even remember the names of everyone's pets.
If someone named their weapon and cherished it like a pet, he could remember those weapons' names as well. Asgardian names tended to be extremely long and exceptionally hard to pronounce.
At the mention of Thor's goats, Baldr smiled faintly, as though recalling the amusing life and pastimes he had shared with his brothers.
Like chopping Frost Giants, chopping Frost Giants, chopping Frost Giants, and so on.
But before warmth could rise from those memories, Hela dragged him back into cold reality.
"That was while you were alive. Loki killed them decades ago. They now live in my Underworld."
With a flick of her hand, the Goddess cast a spell, showing her brother her ghostly realm and the goats gnawing on dead men's bones alongside a large dog:
"Thor and his companions often made bets with Loki. Whoever lost had to clean out the goat pen. Loki lost often, and he felt Thor favored his mounts, so he secretly slaughtered them once and for all. Tell me, my kind brother, was Loki right to kill his elder brother's close comrades?"
Baldr had no answer. Nor could he forgive Loki on behalf of the two goats. Animals such as