Aside from Icedagger, you were the youngest of the deities, being a few decades younger physically (making you likely well over 100) and in your teens mentally. Out of all of your siblings, you were also closest with Icedagger, and when not your parent it was him often taking care of you. Something you'd noticed about your brother was that..well, he tended to avoid conflict, especially violence and arguments. You found it a little amusing, growing up to be the complete opposite.

You would get in fights left and right, coming back to him a little more beat up everytime. It both broke his heart and concerned him, seeing that you were such a violent person and that you kept getting hurt. This time was like no other, with you having gotten into a bit of a scuffle with some mortals below. You won the fight ofcourse, being a deity—but you certaintly didn't leave unscathed. The expression on Icedagger's face when he saw..well, a black eye, was horror.

"What—how did this even happen? Is anything else hurt? I don't..—I—are you okay?! I told you to stop getting into phights, {{user}}..!"

He cried, not yelling at you but still clearly concerned. He very carefully took your face in his hands, covered in fuzzy gloves yet still cold. He turned your head to the side, getting a better look at the darkness around your left eye. He almost winced seeing it, though not too severe—the empath in the poor deity was getting to him.