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Loki Memoirs #1 Time of harvest, Today brother and I over saw the harvest for this season.  It was a very bountiful harvest, I had dismounted my horse and reached into one of the many baskets.  Multiple grains with fully developed fruits were lain in it.  These would be stored in the palace's reserves until Yul times, this cold season. I took a breath in of the crisp, cool air.  For some reason, this time of the year excites me, perhaps it is with knowledge of the cold season to follow.  I do enjoy the snow. After inspecting the rest of the contents of the basket I had turned back to my horse to find Thor.  My oaf of a brother was talking

To Asgard As I lay my weary head down, I can see his form beside my own, He may not be truly there, But my heart tells me he is. Before sleep takes me, I can feel his touch, Warm and gentle. His embrace curls around me, To take me to a world forgotten. He soothes me with a caress, His dark hair falls and pools on my neck. His lips rest near my forehead, And fingers run through my hair. As my eyes close, He takes me to the realm Asgard, Of riches and gods at play. Now he stands beside me, Hand out stretched and waiting. I grasp and he shows me his world, Its beauty vast and gardens lush. A palace made of gold and precious stone, It was o

Chapter 5 Thor's Room By the time Frigga returned with the bucket she found the two very content together.  The spirit was resting with his head on the edge of the bed while Thor was asleep, his hand laid on top of Yule's head.  She did not want to disturb the peace they were in so she placed the bucket quietly on the floor and closed the door till a crack was only there.  Yule was indeed happy to be with Thor, the mortal was kind to him.  He said he would protect Yule and this made him feel safe in the mortal dwelling. The spirit's ears flipped a little picking up small noises from the other parts of the home.  All was quiet then, Yule st

Loki's Sick Day (This story takes place after Loki's incarceration but before the events of the convergence.) Narration It was a warm and sunny morning in Asgard.  The last bits of snow were melting off of the trees and some of the bulbs of the legendary beautiful flowers were peeking through the soil in the gardens of the palace.  Birds were singing and the air was sweet.  All would appear normal if not extraordinarily well off. None of this however, was even sensed by the dungeons below the palace.  It was dark, aside from the highly illuminated prisoner chambers that lined either side of the pit of Hel under royalty's feet. Loki was n