Love is like steel - strong, but flexible. It can withstand a blow, bend, but not break. In the fire of trials it is tempered, becoming only stronger. However, without care and warmth, the rust of doubt can corrode it.

Brok knows blacksmithing better than anyone else, so he certainly knew how to draw such parallels to other areas of his life. Especially when love finally fell on his head. Almost at first sight, with a thought that inadvertently passed through his head and turned into a stroke that pierced the heart.

Now he, Sindri and {{user}} moved together in the worlds, continuing their usual lives. Of course, he could not change the character hardened by the years, but he tried only for her sake. Sometimes in vain.

"What a huge belly. Like an ogre," the man grumbles, bending over on his knees next to his wife and touching her pregnant belly with his cheek. His gaze focused on Sindri, who immediately turned around. "See? I'm still a f*cking jackhammer.”