If the cage didn't need to be hidden, it'd be fine. He could do that for sure. Cafas put it in the back of his mind as a task he should likely get started on. He'd actually need to find designs for it too...

>“Norse name is job perk..."

Cafas most certainly didn't want to be named after and eight legged horse. Not that he'd know until he looked it up. His Norse mythology wasn't exactly his strong point. On that note, "Probably for the best if you have a suggestion, I don't know enough to pick an appropriate name." Hopefully the Panu wasn't too much like his father. Cafas doubted he'd have warned him about the silly names if he was, but one never knew.

So, I guess I'm officially a spy now... This is far less James Bond than I'd otherwise like.

Nerves getting he better of his ability to sit still, Cafas stood. He drained his tea and started clearing the counter top. The sugar was the first to go, back into the cupboard where ti belonged. His mug was rinsed and set to drain. The milk was next to go.

Note to self, no tea for Panu.

Cafas wanted Panu to pick his new name. This was a big responsibility, and the young Finn sat up very straight as it was put upon his shoulders (and under his chair, his leg went hop hop hop as he thought about it.)

First was google search for list of Norse mythology names. Wikipedia was very good for this. Next was copy-paste to excel and title one column Name and one column Mythological Role. Then he deleted all rows with names already taken by other Ragnarok members. Then all female names. From there he searched one-by-one and put notes of what they were and started making Best List Ever so that he could properly choose--

It was when he got to the T's that he realized he was stupid. New name was obvious. He didn't even have to read about it, everyone knew this one.

“You are Thor,” Panu said. “Strongest brother Thor.”

The boy was was very pleased with himself. It was Most Appropriate Name.

Probably, maybe, he should have researched a little more.

Þór will kill Jörmangandr with a single stroke from Mjöllnir, but will only walk nine paces before dying himself, of the serpent's poisonous venom.