When he didn’t elaborate, I raised my eyebrows, and he returned the look.
“What about the Norse myths, then? A wolf named Fenrir who eats the sun.” I jerked my chin in his direction. “You seem like enough of a jerk to eat the sun and start Ragnarök.”
The smirk returned. “Names do get around. That they were using my father’s name in such a powerful story didn’t do him any harm, so he saw no reason to try and correct it.”
I blinked, momentarily thrown off. But if he’s a god… do gods have fathers? I had assumed gods were immortal, so it never occurred to me they’d actually have parents. But the more I thought about it, I could think of gods having children in Greek mythology. Norse mythology, too. Maybe it wasn’t so far-fetched.
“Are you named after your father, then?” I asked, curious no
