'I'm here to drive the Frost Giants from Asgard,' explained Odd. Then he smiled at the Giant, a big, happy, irritating smile.
It was the smile that did it. If Odd had not smiled, the Giant would simply have picked him up and crushed the life from him, or squashed him against the boulder, or bitten his head off and kept him to snack on later. But that smile, a smile that said that Odd knew more than he was saying...
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