Loki: Where Mischief Lies

by Mackenzi Lee

“You need a plague,” Loki said as they finally broke into the Clapham Common, the streets stuffed with carriages and wagons but the sidewalks less congested and far less hostile. “Something to decrease your surplus population a bit.” “We had one,” Mrs. S. replied. “Several, actually, but somehow the bastards just keep hanging on.”

“Come along, Your Majesty. It would be my honor to show you how we humans deal with our frustrations.” “How’s that?” Loki asked. “We get well and truly drunk.”