Odin’s Eyepatch! Just my luck. I escaped from the tour and ran right into Thor.
“Ah, brother! There you are! Come! I have a belated Yule gift for you!”
“I didn’t get you anything. And what’s with the stoopid scarf?”
“Is it not magnificent? My beloved, Jane Foster, made it for me.”
“Well, you look ridiculous.”
“I am sorry to hear you say that, because…”
“…I had her make you one too! Now we are more than brothers! We are TWINS!”
Someone please kill me now…
Norns’ Nighties! Am I glad that’s over! Sigyn, I love you with all of my black little heart, but do not ever drag me to another one of Stark’s parties again, do you hear?
“Oh, Loki. It wasn’t that bad! It was fun to catch up with everyone, and Pepper insisted I take this lovely wreath home. And your red scarf looks so cute on you! Wasn’t it sweet of Thor to have Jane knit it for you?”
Perhaps Sigyn is right. Perhaps it was not such a bad party, dumb scarf not withstanding. After all, when no one was looking, I helped myself to a really good present that I will wear and use often.
2022 is mine!