"You honor Midgard with your presence and endeavors then, Lady Svalin." Vincent smiles sincerely. Normally he'd be a little bristled to meet someone above him socially, but it felt good to encounter anyone from Asgard, and it was the holiday season. For someone whose abilities leaned towards emotions as his did, it was difficult to be in poor spirits.
"As my name belies, I am son of Amora the Enchantress... and Victor Von Doom." It wasn't something he relished sharing, but withholding the name of his father would have made it look even worse.
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