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Despite the coffee she’s been drinking all day, she’s tired. She’s getting to that stage of sleepiness when reminding her brain that if she falls asleep, she’ll die, is no longer working. Her brain is rebelling, reminding her if she dies she’ll be asleep. Blessed, wonderful sleep.
“Have you forgotten the Valkyries?” Sigyn asks. There is a stirring below among the armed host. In the distance Loki sees Heimdall, the guardian of the gates, pointing in their direction. Around Heimdall, the Valkyries, winged warrior women, rise. Bolts of fire hurtle toward the chariot from the staffs in their hands. Loki slumps down next to Sigyn. “Actually,” he says, “I did forget about them.”
“It’s not just chaos that gives birth to monsters.”
The whole reason Fenrir’s name is Fenrir is because man-hating-bitch-from-Hell is too much of a mouthful, and you can’t say it in polite company.
“Astral projection isn’t one of your powers in the myths, but it is in the movies and comic books.” “I’m not sure I’m clear on how comic books and movies differ from myths,” says Loki. “Except in the medium.”
“Don’t worry, Amy says. “I don’t want to stay anywhere that doesn’t have antibiotics.” Or a good laboratory. What fun was dung if she couldn’t analyze it?
smirks. “Who knows, the queen may want to take advantage of my silver tongue.” “Huh?” says Amy, not seeing any connection. The smirk vanishes. Amy blinks. Patting her shoulder, Loki sighs. “If I ever need to capture a unicorn I’ll be sure to let you know.”
What follows is an argument that she thinks she technically wins, but he refuses to acknowledge her victory.
