you're gonna love this (and by love I mean hate)

Well, when someone said "nothing's amiss" something was usually very, very amissed. Chaos' expression, though his grin stayed in place by force of will, was suddenly very wary. What trouble had Tyr gotten them into? He was used to being the troubler, not the troublee, except for a few times during his tenures as alpha of various packs, and it was quite uncomfortable to have the shoe on his foot instead of shoving it on someone else's.

As Tyr spoke Chaos' brows shot up - and then up - and then up. As the younger brother finished speaking, Chaos sat back heavily... and then his grin widened into a billion megawatt one with more than a hint of shark-smelling-blood to it. "So what you're saying is that you want me to marry Valkyrie? She wants you to want me to marry her? Our oh so dangerous, scary, tiger clawed maurader?" He threw back his head and laughed, and once he started he couldn't stop until he couldn't breath and was reduced to hiccuping. "Baby brother, if you can guarantee she wouldn't slice my dick off for giving her my 'nuptials' you have yourself one hell of a deal." He paused, gave it a moment of serious thought. "Actually, even if she did it'd probably worth it for the chance."

He grinned again, then slapped his less enthusiastic nephew on the shoulder. "Hey, Valkyrie's aunt, eh? If she's anything like her niece that ass has got to be worth marrying her for. Just imagine that under you."