Prologue

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The feast hall, a place of stories, sex, and mead

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The feast hall, a place of stories, sex, and mead. Asgardians loudly boasted about their endeavors, exaggerating every detail as they drowned themselves in alcohol. Only four people in the room seemed to have a different agenda. One, Loki, the raven-haired god of mischief, who sat uncomfortably in his seat, attempting to read a book in peace. He glared daggers at the sod next to him who had just knocked said book out of his hands. Two, Frigga, the Allmother, who smiled despite wanting to leave. She shot her son a sympathetic look as his book was defiled. And three, Mira the Healer, Princess of Asgard, who sat in a corner comforting the fourth, her poor guard, Erik, who had been cheated on by his wife.

(To be continued, please move onto the next chapter. It's a lot better than this.)

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