What could possibly go wrong?
A lot, apparently.
Oh, Loki. Sigh. Let’s get you home.
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What could possibly go wrong?
A lot, apparently.
Oh, Loki. Sigh. Let’s get you home.
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Apparently yesterday was some sort of civic holiday for the Midgardians, one celebrated by burning food out of doors, brass band music, and pyrotechnics. The humans did not participate in the fireworks, saying that they are illegal within the city limits, but this morning I have found some leftovers.
Against the law? Pffft. I do what I want. My sweet Sigyn is a bit apprehensive. Tut, tut, my dear. What could possibly go wrong?
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