“She does possess intent to manipulate and deceive,” Thor said abruptly. “But while you may still manage to grip me in trust, she does not. You forget that, though you find me to be without mental worth, I had been capable of seeing the shoddy disguise she used to attempt to infiltrate us. She is not you, brother. She wears the Jotun skin. She is only several centuries old. She is a child, a manipulative one so doubt since she attempted to make me believe that she is no longer friends and companions with her Anthony, but the truth still stands. I can not risk mutual annihilation over a few thousand Midgardians. While I do not doubt we would be victorious, as all here are weak, we will suffer heavy, damaging losses.”

Thor had never looked so kingly, stood high and proud with his shoulders back and his lips pressed in a thin line.

His eyes were clear and without magical manipulation.

“Your heart is too much in this. Pretend as you like but we are kin in heart if not in blood and we suffer from the same afflictions.”