Odin, Frigga and I are sitting in the living room of their luxurious mansion.
ODIN
What brings you here, mortal?
ME
Curiosity, your Highness. Just my curiosity… Tell me, why are Asgardians clueless about where the babies come from?
ODIN
What are you talking about, mortal? The stork delivers them, of course! Every Asgardian knows that.
FRIGGA
My king, I assume this mortal knows the truth.
ME
Can you please, stop calling me 'mortal'. That sounds ... racist.
FRIGGA
I mean no disrespect.
ME
As an apology you can give me an answer to my question.
FRIGGA
Yes, that would be fair. The truth is, Asgardians don't know about...
ME
Reproduction?
FRIGGA
Yes... They don't know about re-pro-duc-tion until they got married.
ME
And why is that?
ODIN
Because it would disturb them. We are warriors. We can't risk any distraction.
ME
But won't it be a shock to them if they find out the truth on their wedding night?
ODIN
Well, to be honest, it was a shock to me.
FRIGGA
And a disappointment to me.
ODIN
What?
FRIGGA
I'm sorry, my king. I was talking to myself.
ME
… May I speak out?
ODIN
Speak, mortal.
ME
I thought we already solved the 'mortal problem'. Anyway, this nonsense – it has to stop! Now!
ODIN
You dare raising your voice against Odin Allfather, mortal!
ME
Yes! And stop calling me 'mortal'!
ODIN
You despicable… [burst out laughing] I start to like you.
ME
Good for you. [wipe off my sweat] Alright, I call everybody and I'm going to tell them the truth.