You were sick of it.

The Norse God of mischief refused to leave you alone. Everywhere you looked, the green haired bastard was there with a grin.

You were in the gardens, thankful that he hasn't spotted you yet so you had maybe about, five seconds of peace.

You look at the pretty flowers, when to no one's surprise, the Norse God shows up.

“Why'd you go off without me like that?„