To prove his point, his broad shoulders squared and his dense, massive arm muscles flexed slightly beneath his gear.
Hela immediately shot him a fierce, mean look, her brow furrowing deeply at his stubbornness. But despite her glare, a sudden, bright pink blush crept up her cheeks. She quickly looked away from his flexing arms, crossing her arms even tighter to hide her fluster, though her sharp tongue didn't hesitate to snap back.
"Oh, shut up! Muscle or not, you're still a giant, thoughtless brute!" she huffed, desperately trying to regain her fierce composure.
Deep within the shadows of the back hallway, hidden completely from Hela's sharp eyes, the Golden Hero leaned heavily against the wooden wall. He was silently watching the bickering pair through a narrow crack in the doorframe, a faint, proud smile trying to form on his lips at the sight of his son's awkwardness.
But the warmth of the moment was completely cut short.
