I warned my brother that not everyone liked his practical jokes, but never listened to me. For example, cutting off Sif’s hair, and claiming it was because of Midgard’s legends. She didn’t laugh, I didn’t laugh, Father was furious.

And setting those snakes loose when Father was having a meeting with his War Consul. Okay, that one did weed out a fearful warrior, and I do admit to chuckling at his screams. But still, there is a time and a place!

Ah, my brother. He loves his tricks and pranks, his mischief. I trust he will never do anything truly harmful (I recovered fully when he stabbed me when we were eight.) There is good in him.

I know there is...