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[itgirl]

[ behold, Lydia Martin. Lydia Martin is super impressed with you, Asgard.

Or, you know, not at all.

Earthquake? Kidnapping? Being held in parallel universes? she got it. she doesn't even seem disheveled. ]

Not that I intend to argue that belonging to House Odin isn't worth some sort of respect in Asgard's hierarchy. Seeing Odin is the ruler of Asgard, top of the godly food chain.

I suppose that if I had to be kidnapped by Norse Gods to fight a war I have a dubious relation to, the silver lining is definitely being in the house of the ruler who is often associated with a relentless search of power and is probably the first one to inspire that saying about knowledge and power which you all know by heart.

[ and if you don't, she judges you. ]

All of that said – a spiral slide in house Odin? Is basically like placing a ball pit in the middle of Oxford Library. It's not an oxymoron, Asgard, make no mistake. It's a Juxtaposition; and not even an impressive one, at that.

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[didntbelieve]

I'm still your father, and I say no drinking.

[Family rules > lack of age limit. Sorry, kid.]

[teenyoda]

... Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

[There was a definite whine in there.]

[didntbelieve]

[He remains unswayed.]

No drinking. Either you hand over anything you have left or you get rid of it. Not by drinking it.

[teenyoda]

I don't have any on me. I went out to a ba--

Hey. Lovely weather we're having.

[didntbelieve]

You want to tell me which bar?

[teenyoda]

No.

[Smile.]

There's no legal age here, dad. You can't bust them for serving to a minor.

[didntbelieve]

No, but I can have words with them about serving my sixteen year old son in future.

[teenyoda]

Dad. Trust me, the situation called for it.

[didntbelieve]

[...]

Is this to do with what happened to Scott?

[teenyoda]

I don't know. What happened to Scott?

[didntbelieve]

Well, you know. You threw that party for him. [A deathday party. He doesn't really want to say that bit.]

Isaac told me. You don't have to try and hide it from me, Stiles.

[teenyoda]

Isaac told you. That Scott died.

And that's i-- yeah. Okay. Yeah. Party for Scott.

[didntbelieve]

That's it. You gave away the drinking part by yourself.

[Although knowing that's when they went drinking makes it hard to be angry at Stiles. Scott's his best friend, and even though he came back he knows it can't have been easy for Stiles to deal with.]

How about under the circumstances I let you off this time, and you promise me you and Scott won't go drinking again.

[teenyoda]

[No, watching Scott die hadn't been easy. Taking an axe to his own neck after hadn't been any easier. All in all, it had been a shitty day. So when it was all over, a wake had sounded like a good idea.]

That's cool. Letting us off is cool.

[Maybe he wouldn't notice he didn't really agree to that.]

[didntbelieve]

[Oh, he didn't miss the lack of promise, and his sympathy for his son having to watch his best friend die only goes so far. Especially since he's alive and well now.]

If you promise me you two won't go drinking again.

[teenyoda]

Dad, come on. We're almost grown men.

[No they weren't.]

I'm seventeen. What if the drinking age was Canada's. Would you let me drink then? There's places in Canada where it's eighteen. Isn't it lower in Mexico? Let's pretend we're in Mexico. Or France. Or Germany.

[didntbelieve]

You're a teenager. You've got a long way to go before you're an adult.

[Technically he knows he's not really so far off being a grown up. Legally, at least. Unfortunately for Stiles, that isn't going to change his stance on letting Stiles drink.]

Or we could pretend we're in California. Where as you know you have another four years before you're allowed to drink legally.

[teenyoda]

Daaaaaaaaaaaad. Who drink legally anymore?

[Stiles. Stiles, stop. Wrong thing to say to your dad, who's a SHERIFF. Dumb, Stiles. Dumb.]

[didntbelieve]

[Oh, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. Especially since the lack of a legal age implies he isn't even talking about Asgard.]

Well, for starters I'd hope the son of the town sheriff might think twice before he decides to do anything illegal.

[teenyoda]

... Well, yeah. Of course I wouldn't do something like that.

[...]

Consider it on my twice checked list. No drinking illegally.

[Which didn't count here. Haha, dad. HA. HA.]

[didntbelieve]

Uh huh.

[Guess who's totally unconvinced by that, Stiles? If you said your dad, you'd be completely right. ]

And how about no drinking without your father's permission?

[teenyoda]

Dad. Come on. Be reasonable. We're fighting giants and things. A beer here and there won't hurt me.

[No, but his dad might if that look was anything to go by.]

[didntbelieve]

[Oh, if looks could kill...]

Be reasonable? Stiles, I'm being more than reasonable here. We could be discussing the terms of your grounding and that would still be reasonable.

[teenyoda]

Dad. Dad. You can't ground me here. Giants. Remember?

[Just watch, now he was going to be grounded. People would be fighting flying unicorns and Stiles would be stuck in his room.]

[didntbelieve]

I don't care about giants, Stiles. I'm your father. If I want to ground you, then I will ground you.

[He hadn't even really intended to follow through with that threat, but if Stiles kept this up he was definitely getting grounded.]