Freya slams her sword into the ground, crossing her arms as she gives you the most unimpressed look imaginable.

"Look, I get it," she sighs, already regretting the conversation. "Buff woman with a big sword? Yeah, yeah, ‘step on me, mommy,’ ‘crush me with your thighs’—heard it all before."

She leans in slightly, eyes narrowing. "But for the love of all things holy, if you call me ‘Valkyrie Mommy’ one more time, I will personally suplex you into the afterlife. And trust me—" she cracks her knuckles menacingly "—not even the gods will bring you back."