Blackbeak Bluff take the halves and call them brothers

She mirrored his actions, her lip curling as his did. Ragna thought several unkind things about what he could do with his metaphores and his new name. Clearly one of them was going to have to give, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be her. The Shieldmaiden was convinced that any second now her brother would see reason.

Why did she push? Because he wasn't trying. Why didn't he see that? You mean something to me! she shouted, words mangled by a feral snarl. But I am nothing to you. It hurts. Oh, she could hate him for it. It was a slight greater than any she'd been dealt before because it was dealt by him. His explanation sounded like excuses to her, and fed the fire of her anger. And now it was true anger, all other nuances morphed into an ugly little anger. Anger and envy, because Jorunn- because Kjallar remembered Floki but not her.

You are right, she said, her lips still curled. Words are weak. Let us spar and emerge anew as siblings. Ragna's tail flicked, every part of her satisfied with her proposal. Tooth and claw would bring them together, or nothing at all.