Eleutheromania: An intense and irresistible desire for freedom.
The chick cheeps furiously from behind its silver gilded cage. Apparently frost chickens, like werewolves, couldn't bear the touch of silver. Helblindi scoffs at it and continues to hold the cage at arms length as the chick tries to gnaw on the silver bars and scrunches its face up in distaste.
He'd made a quick stop by Asgard to see his youngest brother, see how he was getting on (and to ask him what Darcy might like as a 6-month present), and as it was, Loki had been leaving at the time, and had directed Helblindi to the nursery to spend some quality time with his nephew.
Modi, at present, was emulating the chick and trying to crawl out of his padded playpen, and Helblindi frowns down at his nephew.
"Want go out!" Modi says, rattling the bars of his pen and looking for all the world like he wants to chew through the bars with his little white teeth (as sharp as a demon's, Helblindi thinks, speaking from past experience). "Want go out!" he shrieks even louder, as if it were possible Helblindi had not heard him the first time.
The chick cheeps even louder, angrier, and in turn, Modi begins to demand his liberty in an even louder voice. They take turns like this until Helblindi is really quite surprised the windows in the nursery haven't shattered yet, and he has a fierce migraine pounding its way through his head.
He sighs, puts down the caged chick, and rubs his temples in exasperation and hopes Loki is going to return soon.