You had been told Tyr was executed. Every day for you was misery and much of Tyr’s family avoided you, not wanting to deal with your grieving. One particularly hard day Baldur had decided to push you around. You took it. You’d stumbled into mud, teary eyed and trembling before you heard a familiar voice.

“Is that truly how you’d treat my spouse whilst I am away, brother?” He scorns softly, his deep voice strained with disappointment.