Sigyn and I are back from our little holiday in Vancouver. We had a good time, but there’s mischief to do at home, so I can’t stay gone forever. Besides, Sigyn has an invitation to Tony Stark’s New Year’s Eve Party. She really, really wants to go. I really, really don’t. And I’ll tell you why.
A) I am not a “Party Person.” This is an established fact.
B) I do not particularly care for any of the people who are likely to be there. Let us just say that we have not always been kind to one another in the past
C) Pretty high up on my list of “Worst Ways to Spend an Evening” is listening to Stark brag endlessly, smirk at everyone, and flirt with anything that has a pulse.
Yet here I am, going. I can deny my sweetie nothing.
Let it be recorded that I finished out 2021 by doing a Good Thing.
Are you sure about this, Sigyn? It’s still not too late to back out…
“No, Loki. It would be rude. I’ve already said we were coming. It’s only for a few hours.”
More like a few eternities.
Oh, well. Better brace up. We’ve arrived.
Norns have mercy…