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Author: * Tyr Sigurdsson -
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Date: Nov 16, 2007 - 22:49
When I hear the whispers grow louder into a crescendo of table talk. I look up in time to see Freyja and Heimdall enter the Messaznine arm in arm.
"By the Mímisbrunnr what do we have here?" I whisper under my breath. My eyes are fixed upon our lovely goddess and her escort.
"Now THAT is a dress!" I utter. My date smacks me on the shoulder when she realizes who I am looking at.
Picking myself up from the blow it is then I turn and see Odin's jaw drop. "Oh lords, he's not going to be happy." is my next thought.
A moment later reality catches up with me again and I notice Odin has an unusual dinner guest tonight.
"Isn't that...Loki?" I say to myself.
"How did he get in here?" is my next question.
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