Private Finished Running With The Wolf, Running With The Raven

He'd snort. "Don't be so high and mighty, gods ain't all that different than mortals," he thought he was mortal for a long time, he didn't even really consider himself a god. "Like my sperm donor, Loki, does he seem any better than some of the less pleasant mortals?"

The demigod would take another drink from his mug. "I'll have you know, I tried to only make trouble when I had to," he'd say with a snort. "I did what I had to to stay alive," another sip of his drink.

"What about you?" he'd ask. "Daughter of Thor and Valkyrie, you must have had an interesting life," he'd lean his cheek on his hand. "What was it like?"

He'd snort, "you say the gods aren't like man?" he'd take another drink. "I don't see much difference beyond magic and lifespan, they make the same mistakes. Compare any of the gods to mortals and you'll see them line up," another drink. "Like my mom, she wasn't mischief, she was war, not so different from Thor," he'd shrug. "She still managed to get seduced by an attractive guy and knocked up," he actually sounded kinda sad when he said that.

"No, no, no," he'd say, "I didn't get you into trouble, you got yourself into trouble." Another drink. "Did you really think the owner would take his stuff being called cheap imitations well?" he'd ask her. "As for me, yeah, I'm an ass, but you got yourself into trouble, he wouldn't even have bothered us it you hadn't said those things."

Hakon would drain his glass and motion for a refill. "Come on Sylvi, drink up, making me feel like I'm drinking alone," he'd say with a chuckle, accepting the refill when it came.

He'd tilt his head as her story ended. "Well then.....guess were both stuck with each other," he'd spin his glass a little. "Well....for what it's worth...you're a pain in the ass, but not bad company." Another big drink. "A good friend despite the nagging."

"A farmer? No," he'd snicker, "a human king though? That's where you compare." He'd take another drink from his cup. "Compare decisions, mistakes, how they handle war," he'd lean back with a sigh. "Compare them and you'll see the similarities there."

He'd shrug. "Use different words then, don't say imitation, or just don't compare them at all," another sip. "Say decent, but no one is gonna take their things being called imitations well."

The demigod would smirk. "Charming eh?" he'd chuckle, "well....and you are pretty good looking y'know." He'd drain his cup, she'd notice he was drinking quite a bit.

He'd snort. "Do you really think that's a god only thing with all the magic?" he'd sip from his drink. "There's so many stories of mage kings connected to the afterlife," he'd down more.

"There's neutral terms you can use, say they're just ok, or not bad," he'd say, "the dwarf may not have liked it but he probably wouldn't have been insulted." He'd stretch a little. "That way you're not calling his work garbage, but not lying either."

The demigod would smirk. "Nice eyes, pretty hair, you got nice hips to," he'd tilt his head when she pointed out how much he was drinking. "I know my limits," he'd snort and smirk, pointing at her cup, "wouldn't be drinking as much if it didn't feel like I was drinking for both of us."

He'd smirk. "And the humans who've ascended to godhood?" he'd tilt his head. "Or how about the Egyptian pantheon? Where there mortal kings were still there gods on Earth?"

The demigod would continue to smirk. "And you have a decent tits and a decent ass," he'd say, slightly lowering the compliments to see how she'd react.

"There we go," he'd say as she drank, motioning for the gobling waiter to get them refills. "You need to have more fun, losen up a little," he'd say with a smile. "Think of our time here as a vacation."