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"Welcome, mighty Thor," said Aegir in his high-pitched voice. "You are most welcome."
"Welcome? Or captive?" Thor's voice was a deep baritone. It reached inside the core of a drum and made the bass tremble. "I was on my way back from Jotunheim, after a successful battle against the Frost Giants, when I was felled by a net."
Thor tossed the ragged, golden threads of a net at Ran's feet. Though his voice shook the room like thunder, he didn't appear angry. His thick brow was raised in an amused kind of wariness.
"How else could we expect you to take our dinner invitation?" said Aegir. He showed not an ounce of fear in the face of the large thunder god. Instead, the sea god looked just as jovial as when he'd welcomed me into captivity.
"It's all for your own benefit, we assure you." R
