[Thor laughs, then briefly fears for his life. Ragnar can watch as his one eye seems to darken as he has a small, internal crisis before he lights up again.]
I think it's perfect. [He smiles, putting a hand on Ragnar's shoulder and squeezing.] I think we're dead.
What? Why? [He downs the rest of his drink and actually has the sense to wave off the bartender's offer of a refill.] We've saved her time and trouble.
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I think it's perfect. [He smiles, putting a hand on Ragnar's shoulder and squeezing.] I think we're dead.
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And maybe she will make some new friends.
What's not to like about this?
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[Thor nods, solemnly.]
For Sif, I imagine she will not like anything about it. But it's a noble sacrifice.