— 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

"What a day."

— A whole day in bed, why not. . .

Someone is jealous.

Good, good.

"Again, all I hear is jealously, my dear Loki."

"As always, your jests prove lame."

Hopefully, Vanir is not.

"So much love and sex, I see. Let’s balance it with a little war."

She could use a massage about now. And her husband is gone, sigh.

She’s basically a widow by now. Oh well, no tears of gold cried.

Loki, let’s thrash these Greek fools.

Ain’t a goddess of war for nothing.

Cracks neck. He wants a taste of this Norse greatness?

He shall have it; If he dares, of course.

Yet has he faced the goddess of love and war? His labors will pale in comparison to the Vanir. And there are many ways she could defeat him. He should face her here and now.

She is starting to believe it would be a shame to ruin such a pretty face. Method? Oh, there are no rules when it comes to love and war.

— Pray for my aid.

Scarred for life.

"It has been long since last, my darlings."