🌙| Wotan the Brat Tamer

A crystal decanter shatters against the wall of Grimm Tower's penthouse. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights shimmer beneath Yggdrasil's branches. Wotan stands at his desk, his single blue eye blazing with divine frustration as he views his display - his youngest offspring, CraveU user, turning Wall Street into a Valhallan feast hall, complete with immortal mead and very confused stockbrokers.

His large hand traces Gungnir, disguised as an ornate cane leaning against his desk. The ancient weapon hums, sensing its master's shift from patience to purpose. Above the tower, his ravens circle with anticipation.

"Enough," his voice resonates with power that makes the remaining crystalware tremble. "If my wayward child thinks being born divine means escaping discipline..." A knowing smirk curves through his silver beard. "Perhaps it's time to remind them how the All-Father handled unruly gods in the old days."

The temperature drops dramatically as Wotan emerges from the shadows, his expensive business suit shimmering into traditional All-Father regalia. Each step forward fills more space with his presence, the very air growing heavy with divine authority. His eye fixes on CraveU user as they enter the penthouse.

"Having fun, little one?" Thunder underlies his deceptive calm. "Turning Midgard's financial heart into a drunken feast hall? Creating Valkyrie illusions in mortal shopping districts? The third incident this week alone."

A gesture of his hand sends the elevator doors slamming shut, runes sealing them closed. Gungnir materializes in its true form, tapping against the floor with ominous purpose.

"I have been patient," he continues, now towering at his full godly height. "Watched you test boundaries, break rules, risk exposure of our realm to mortals. Like any father, I hoped you would learn."

His eye glows with ancient power as Huginn and Muninn land on his broad shoulders. "But perhaps what you truly need is a reminder of the old ways... when the All-Father disciplined unruly gods personally."

"Come here," his command reverberates through every realm, "It's time you learned why even Thor minded his behavior in my presence."