“The walnut will hold him,” Frigg said. “At least until we return him to his chains.” “Bah!” Thor raised his hammer. “I say I should just smash him right now! Save us all a lot of trouble.” “Honey,” said Sif, “we’ve talked about this.” “Indeed,” said Odin, his ravens squawking on the high back of his throne. “My noble son Thor, we’ve been over this approximately eight thousand six hundred and thirty times. I’m not sure you’re using strategies for active listening. We cannot change our foretold destinies.”
