Odin & Hisame parent/child

C-support
Odin: Greetings, oh scion of the legendary bloodline!
Hisame: [sweat, frown] …Father.
Odin: How fares your mythical Tyrfing?
Hisame: Tyr… you mean my katana?
Hisame: The blade’s getting worn down. I think I’ll need a new one soon.
Odin: [surprised] Already?! Why, Tyring was in its prime a mere-
Hisame: Ten years ago.
Odin: [sweat, frown] …Blast. Time’s winding illusions bewitch me again.
Odin: [smile] Then perhaps we should embark on a new quest to find an even more mythical blade!
Odin: You know, I’ve heard tell of a wondrous blacksmith whose blades are as sharp as-
Hisame: [sweat] Actually, I was just going to requisition one from the quartermaster. It doesn’t need to be anything special.
Odin: But- surely Tyrfing must have a worthy successor!
Hisame: [frown] You’re the only one giving my katana that made-up name, Father.
Hisame: You were around for much more of my childhood than Fa- Hinata was. And I appreciate that.
Hisame: But I’m not a child any more. And I’m not interested in play-acting that a dull hand-me-down is some fairytale treasure.
Odin: [upset] H-Hisame…
Hisame: Please, try and see me for the adult I am, not the child you left behind.
[Hisame leaves]
Odin: [eyes closed, upset] What have I done…?

B-support
[Odin alone]
Odin: Hya! Hrr! And-
[breaking SFX]
Odin: [sweat, smile] Whoops.
[Hisame appears]
Hisame: [surprised] (…Incredible. That’s the third practice dummy he’s broken just this morning.)
Hisame: (I had no idea Father was skilled with a blade, let alone to this extent…)
Hisame: (Why did he always leave my training to Hinata?)
Odin: [smile] Hisame? Do you want to come out any time soon?
Hisame: [surprised, sweat] …You saw me?
Odin: Your noble gaze shines through any shadows.
Odin: [smile, sweat] Also I’m not sure even Lilith is small enough to hide behind that tree.
Hisame: [embarrassed] I just didn’t want to disturb your training. And- I was eager to learn.
Hisame: I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to avoid you, I just…
Odin: [smile] Don’t worry, I understand.
Odin: When I was a boy, I used to sneak out at the crack of dawn to watch my mother train.
Hisame: [surprised] Was she a swordswoman too?
Odin: [smile] No, she wielded a mighty halberd blessed by the Divine Dragon her-
Odin: [smile, sweat] She used axes. A ferocious flurry of wood and steel… She was magnificent.
Hisame: [smile] Could you teach me to fight like that?
Odin: [sweat, surprised] Er…
Hisame: I’ve learned all I can from Hinata’s slapdash recollections of bushido.
Hisame: I would learn how Nohrian swordsmen fight.
Hisame: [frown] Unless you think me too weak.
Odin: [frown] It’s- it’s not a matter of weakness, Hisame.
Odin: Look, I’ll gladly teach you anything you want to know about dark magic, but…
Hisame: What will convince you I’m ready?
Odin: [injured] …
Hisame: [upset] …I see.
Hisame: Then I’ll take my leave of you until my skills have improved.
[Hisame leaves]
Odin: [frown] Hisame! Wait!
Odin: [sad] Another critical conversation failure…

A-support
Odin: [sad, eyes closed] …
Hisame: [worried] (He looks so pensive…)
Hisame: [eyes closed] (Come on, Hisame. Gather your courage.)
Hisame: [eyes open, neutral] …Father?
Odin: [surprised] You’re up early.
Hisame: Mm. I prefer to rise as the dawn does.
Hisame: [smile] I must have gotten that from you.
Odin: [smile, closed eyes] I’ve long had an affinity with-
Odin: [sweat, smile] Well, I’m good at waking up early.
Hisame: I would have thought living somewhere like Nohr would make you all but nocturnal.
Odin: [smile] A true Nohrian can tell time down to the second by judging the sky’s gloomy grey.
Odin: …Or so Lord Leo says.
Hisame: [sad] I… I should apologise.
Hisame: I’ve acted childishly towards you, when you’ve made every effort to treat me as an adult.
Hisame: You’ve even held off talking in your usual grandiose manner.
Odin: No theatricality is worth making my beloved son feel condescended to.
Hisame: [smile] Thank you, Father.
Hisame: Though I realise now that you weren’t meaning to mock or deride me. It’s just how you are.
Hisame: [embarrassed] So… feel free to return to your verbose self.
Odin: [wink] This legendary manner of speaking is difficult to suppress!
Hisame: But, if I may ask… why won’t you train me, if not that you think my skills inferior?
Odin: [sad] …Tell me, how would you describe the way my sword danced?
Hisame: Er… flashy, as usual. But strong and ferocious. You decimated those training dummies, after all.
Odin: [frown] And there you have it. The dark strength my sword arm draws upon knows no strength or restraint.
Odin: I honed my art fighting Faceless, or their kin. My blade never learnt mercy.
Odin: And while its monstrous bloodlust can be freely unleashed against Faceless, to turn my blade upon humans would be…
Odin: [eyes closed, frown] That’s not the kind of man Odin Dark is.
Hisame: [surprised] Father…
Odin: [wink] When I fight with a sword, I hobble my skills, a metaphorical slash across my tendon!
Odin: So you see, my dread arts aren’t fit for emulation.
Hisame: [sad] I’m sorry, Father. I shouldn’t have jumped to such conclusions.
Odin: [sad] Nay, the apology is mine, for being unable to impart my full knowledge to you.
Hisame: [smile] …Perhaps there’s a way you can make up for that.
Odin: [wink] Merely speak it!
Hisame: This is my new katana. It needs a name.
Odin: Wondrous! Pray, let me caress its hilt as one would stroke the nose of a mighty stallion!
Hisame: [sweat, smile] Ah, just don’t call it anything too-
Odin: Yes, I see it! This sword could only be named Deathslayer, Bringer of Lasting Serenity!
Hisame: [sweat, smile, blush] …A fine name.