Sigyn and the human female put their little heads together about costumes for All Hallows Eve this year. I honestly have no idea what they’ve come up with. Sigyn assures me there is a theme, but she won’t tell me what it is. I’m supposed to see the human female to get my costume and then meet Sigyn in hers for the Big Reveal.
First, I would like to go on record as saying that I do not approve of this costume. Not one little bit. You want to see, though, don’t you? Sigh. Very well. If you laugh, I will turn you into a toad.
A toad would be better than a pea pod.
Human female, I owe you for this. You’ve just assured yourself of several more years of mischief, you can count on that.
But for my Sigyn, I will do anything. Now, where is she? She was supposed to be here.
Maybe she’s over there?
I think I see her over there…
(Just for future reference, walking in this getup is not easy at all. I cannot turn my head, and the pod is flapping about my knees. I feel like a dork.)
“I’m over here, Loki! Don’t you just love my flowerpot costume?”
Well I guess the “theme” is botany or plants or horticulture. Figures. Now that the human female has retired, it’s look at plants, read about plants, write about plants, look at more plants, draw plants, and, I suppose, torture Loki with plants.
“Hi, Sigyn! I see two beautiful flower pots. How do I know which one is you?”
(I’m not mad at Sigyn. No doubt this was mostly the human female’s doing. I will indulge my sweetie and play along.)
“Oh, there you are! You look lovely, my dear. That is a most becoming color and shape on you. The pink really brings out your eyes.”
“Thank you, Loki. Are you about ready to go?”
“Yes. I shall just go and fetch the traditional pillowcase for hauling home any candy we might encounter.”
“Hee hee hee! I know Loki doesn’t like his pea pod outfit, but he sure is cute in it. His bum wiggles extra cutely when he walks.”
“All right, Sigyn. I have fetched the pillowcase.
I am also bringing Gungnir, because if anyone makes a crack about this pea get-up, I want to be able to eviscerate them efficiently.”
“Sigyn, a thought occurs. Can you even walk in your costume?”
“Um, no? Not really? I can shuffle a little bit but it’s rather constricting around the knees.”
“I figured as much. No way can we seriously cover any useful terriotry if you can’t walk. Wait right here, though. I have an idea.”
“Here we go. Let me lift you in. If you can balance and manage the pillowcase, I can pull you.”
“The things I do for love.”