A proposal for a drinking game.
Drink every time Odin says Th0R mY fAv0r1tE s0n aNd n0BleSt 0f 4LL tH3 N0rSe G0dS.
Or, as a matter of fact don't, death would be certain.
Panic! A bit of wiggling as confusion took over for a couple of seconds, only to understand he was flattered. Ah, where the flattery could lead such a mischievous being. A wide smile was given to the unusual mortal, indeed, he was 'cute'.