Thistle returned his smirk, causing his eyes to narrow slightly, barely resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the words that followed her mimicry of his demeanor. In truth, Ragnar’s name did not mean much to Bragi, other than he supposedly used to run Odinn’s Cove and that his mother respected him greatly, had fought beside him and trained with him growing up. It wasn’t like he shared that reverence despite what small bit of admiration the stories might have created in Bragi and he had no intentions of worshipping the man’s paws. “He is just a name to me,” Bragi responded in equal coyness, his accented voice cool for some reason almost hoping that it his dismissive response had gotten under her skin in the same way Thistle’s assumptions had gotten under his. “Exactly,” But Bragi considered the possibility that she had missed his point and added, “Who are you to say who my father is?” Why did she keep pushing when it obviously made him uncomfortable? The boy had once been curious about his enigmatic father but had since settled with what he had been told: that he was the product of some lust filled tryst between a God and a mortal woman (even though the idea sounds ridiculous to Tokio she has to remind herself that he can think it all he wants because to him it is real, lol).
Bragi said nothing because in all fairness he had asked. Merely, he had not realized how big of a bite he had taken nor that he could handle it until he had began chewing. Since Bragi could not attest for Váli’s leadership skills because he had nothing else to compare him too not remembering the leaders of Freya’s Moors during his first three months of life which had been spent there but he did say, “Váli is a bad man,”; and though he knew well who Dagrun was: a great warrior and mentor to Bragi he did not inform her of this. Many times Bragi had seen Sif’s injuries and bruises that showed under patches of cream fur missing from her dainty body, and Sif had been Váli’s wife. Bragi’s mother had been something called a ‘consort’ for Váli though not that Bragi understood what that had meant or, even if he had, why the famous shield maiden had demeaned herself to that (Tokio suspects it was to protect Sif). “He does,” Bragi answered when Thistle spoke about calling Ragnar in question and that he might know Bragi’s mother. Everyone in the Cove knew his mother. “My mother is the famous shield-maiden Sveið. Shield Maidens raid, train and fight alongside the Berserkers.” Bragi clarified for her just in case she didn't know because it was obvious she had some knowledge but he didn't know how far it extended.