Meeting Sif

When Abaddon stepped down from Bagheera, Sif realized just how tall he was.

Thor was three quarters giant and stood at exactly eight feet tall, and Abaddon was only a little bit shorter than him.

But where Thor had a more rotund and jolly figure, The Father of All Monsters was cut like marble, and as sharp as a blade.

Underneath the weight of his distrustful gaze, Sif clenched her fists until they bled to prevent herself from backing away.

She didn't realize that it hadn't worked and she had been taking two steps back everytime he took one.

'What is your issue with me?' She meant to ask.

However, before she could get that words out, Demeter suddenly grabbed Abaddon's wrist from behind.

Instantly, the terse and unfriendly demeanor he wore was replaced by a much more simple and unassuming one.

"Hm? What's wrong, Dem-Dem?"

"I told you I don't like that name…"

"It's too late, it's already saved in my phone."