[Cue the godling maybe clinging to his elders back. This may or may not be a hug.]
[The second arms had wrapped about him, one hand had shot up to grasp with a bruising grip at his ‘assailant’s wrist with the intent to launch whichever being had the audacity to assault him up and over his head. Upon realising who it was clinging to his back like they were channeling their inner spider monkey, he released the captive joint, though he made no move to relax from the tense position his muscles had locked into.]
"I see you have taken the Midgardian phrase ‘cheeky monkey’ to heart, little twin. If you expect me to go off on a merry quest swinging from the buildings of this city, you may expect away, for it shall never come to pass."
[He never said he’d make it easy after all.]