The Midgardian female gets the most unusual things in the post. Looking at this catalog makes me long for glorious battle. Oh, to be contemplating the scattered bones of my foes and not mere “anatomically accurate reproductions!” And if one of the skulls could be Odin’s… (It’d be pretty distinctive, I should think, with that ruined eye socket.)
I feel bloodthirsty and agitated and thwarted and…lonely. My plans for conquest aren’t progressing as well as I’d hoped. Is there any point? Perhaps Midgard is not the place for me? Bah! Enough! I am Loki! I will triumph!