"I beg your pardon, what did you just call my mother?" Thor asks, ready to defend his mother's honor to the death. Although it was clear to all that Loki was Frigga's favorite child, Thor never doubted her love for him, as well, nor did he ever doubt his love for her.
He puffs his chest out a little, arms hovering a little farther from his body than they normally would - a more offensive stance. It allows him to flex his muscles, show that he will not be intimidated .. and that he's ready to defend his mother's being called a "bitch" as soon as the signal is given.
Forgive him, Bobo. He doesn't get all of the human jargon yet.
"Yes, I'm over 1,500 years old," he replies coolly, eyeing Bobo with flickering distrust.
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He puffs his chest out a little, arms hovering a little farther from his body than they normally would - a more offensive stance. It allows him to flex his muscles, show that he will not be intimidated .. and that he's ready to defend his mother's being called a "bitch" as soon as the signal is given.
Forgive him, Bobo. He doesn't get all of the human jargon yet.
"Yes, I'm over 1,500 years old," he replies coolly, eyeing Bobo with flickering distrust.