Midgard Market

Yule Marketing, Part III: It Might Be Time to Get Out of Here

Sigyn has been distracted away from the constellation Ursa Gummosa Majora by something bright red in the housewares department.  Sigyn, do you even know what that is?


Because I sure don’t.

But there are some interesting candle enclosures over…



Love her dearly; can’t take her anywhere.

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Yule Marketing, Part II: More Festive Findings and Holiday Hazards

You will doubtless be relieved to know that, thanks to my quick thinking and my magic, we escaped becoming Tyrannosaurus Chow.  We are quite recovered now and back to poking among the imported oddments.

Well, now, this is interesting.


It would come in very handy at boring Midgardian dinner parties.  I’m sure that, with a few sorcerous tweaks, I can have this little beauty spewing actual lava

Where’s Sigyn?!  Oh, no!  Did she run afoul of more lizards—or more glassware?

Ah, no.  I should have known.  She has merely fallen under the spell of pure-buttery goodness.


We had tiny doggies the last two times, my love, do you recall?  Perhaps it is the year for a  more silvicultural repast.

What do you have there, Sigyn?   Sigyn?  Uh, oh.  Sigyn has become mesmerized, dazzled into tonic immobility by the prospect of a full pound of sugar, glucose, red dye and cherry flavoring…


I wonder how far that beast would s  t  r  e  t  c  h?  I’m thinking about four feet, if the atmospheric conditions were right and the pullers were motivated by a promised reward of chunks of ursine goo..

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Yule Marketing, Part I: Making New Friends (?)

Great Frigga’s hairpins!  It is nearly Yule-tide again.  How did that happen?  I turn my back for one minute, and it’s time for all of the tinsel and wrapping and fa-la-la-ing again.  Didn’t we just DO this?

The mortals are out and about with the intent to purchase giftimentos for their kin.  Sigyn and I have tagged along.  Sigyn, because she just adores this time of year; me, because I don’t trust her safety to the humans, not for one second.

I will admit that this market is somewhat less boring than some I have been in.  It appears to have little what-nots and edibles from all over Midgard.

Also some shady-looking characters.  Sigyn, do you really want to be trying to make friends with these canines?


I mean, dogs in sweaters—with eyeliner?  That’s just not normal.  And those eyes that are facing one another?  Both blackened!  Obviously, these two are brawlers.  You’d do best not to get mixed up with them.

Oh, my.  Yes,  my love, that is a lot of poofy hoofstock.  All decked out for Yule in peppermint tassels and ribbons.


And they appear to come in both chocolate and vanilla.

And to be sweet-natured.


Sigyn, is there an actual animal under all that floof?

Odin’s Eyepatch!  A foul thunder-lizard has appeared!


Unhand my sweetie this instant, you villainous theropod!  If you so much as scratch a single one of her corset grommets, I will END YOU.

<snuffling noises>


It’s right behind me, isn’t it?

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to be continued…