By: locusinbloom
Loki sat cross-legged on the floor in a dimly lit room near the kitchens. Before him in a circle sat Ægileif, Áfastr, and Hildibjörg. They had identical blond hair and stared up at him with wide and eager eyes. Their soft mouths hung slack-jawed in anticipation.
“You know why you are here,” he intoned, met with nods, “And you must keep what we do here secret.”
Nods.
“Swear it.”
“We swear,” their voices echoed together.
Loki grinned. He reached into his pocket and drew forth a slim volume bound with ribbon. He opened to the first page.
Storytime
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