Disclaimer: I don't own Magnus Chase
"I mean, one of us has to be the surrogate Mom to Magnus," Blitz pointed out, looking directly at Hearth so he can read his lips. Blitz may have known Hearthstone for a few years, but he still couldn't get the hang of sign language. He could understand it perfectly fine, but actually signing it? Forget it. He was hopeless.
Hearthstone blinked slowly before replying. Well, it can't be me. I'm taller then you. Isn't the mom supposed to be the shorter one?
"Yeah, but this is Midgard. Stereotypes are more relaxed here. And I'm defiantly more of a dad then you."
You can cook better then me. And you are fashionable. When you gave me this scarf, you said that it will look striking with my black clothes. That sounds like a Mom to me. Hearth raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but you just seem more like a Mom to me then a Dad. You'll be one of those cool moms that lets their kids do whatever they want. I'll be the cool Dad with fashion sense."
Hearth rolled his eyes. I'll be the so-called Mom.
"Yes. Or you know, we can be those two crazy uncles that hover over our nephew like mother hens."
Hearth perked up. I like that.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Two homeless uncles looking after our adopted orphaned nephew that is a son of a god. We'll be the poster family for America."
And the uncles aren't even human.
"Even better."
So I bet Hearth and Blitz had this argument more then once. Even though Hearth is the "Mom."
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