The humane part of her that remembered befriending the giant and his magical beasts felt a bit bad about the look of nausea she recognized when he appeared in her parlor. She was half ready to offer him something better, something stronger, but then they locked eyes. On second thought, she hoped his potion failed entirely. When he chugged straight from the second bottle, Odina didn't bother to suppress a snort. "So nice to see your manners have improved." Odina took a rather prim sip from her own class in contrast. She'd told herself she would hold her temper in check, but there was only so much snark she could control in any given moment.
To his credit, his tone was more measured than anticipated, but the result, for Odina, was the opposite. Bear looming across the room with a bottle of firewhiskey in hand hardly gave her a feeling of Christmas cheer. For all of his icy calm, Odina felt her own fire rising. "Take a seat, Bear. I'm not going to injure my neck glaring at you in the rafters." Throwing back the remainder of her glass, Odina's tone heated to match the burn in her throat. "And don't be dense. You know why we have to talk. Though had you just left well enough alone, this wouldn't be a problem." Odina summoned the remaining bottle to her hand, but the way the drink sloshed in the bottle spoke to Odina's very thin level of control.
Pouring more than was smart into her own glass, she took her sweet damn time returning the bottle to the table. If he was going to be an ass, he could wait. Taking her seat, and looking a bit more petulant teenager than queen of the castle, Odina measured her breathes before meeting his eyes. "We need to talk about Toby." A sentence she never wanted to say to someone she no longer trusted catching in her throat.
To his credit, his tone was more measured than anticipated, but the result, for Odina, was the opposite. Bear looming across the room with a bottle of firewhiskey in hand hardly gave her a feeling of Christmas cheer. For all of his icy calm, Odina felt her own fire rising. "Take a seat, Bear. I'm not going to injure my neck glaring at you in the rafters." Throwing back the remainder of her glass, Odina's tone heated to match the burn in her throat. "And don't be dense. You know why we have to talk. Though had you just left well enough alone, this wouldn't be a problem." Odina summoned the remaining bottle to her hand, but the way the drink sloshed in the bottle spoke to Odina's very thin level of control.
Pouring more than was smart into her own glass, she took her sweet damn time returning the bottle to the table. If he was going to be an ass, he could wait. Taking her seat, and looking a bit more petulant teenager than queen of the castle, Odina measured her breathes before meeting his eyes. "We need to talk about Toby." A sentence she never wanted to say to someone she no longer trusted catching in her throat.