[She felt sick, holding him. Not because of his actions, but because of hers. She was not to blame for the Allfather's lies or Loki's resulting madness – but for where he was, now. Where he would go from here, and how it may all fall apart. She felt sick, offering comfort that wasn’t hers to give.
But her feelings were ultimately inconsequential. She’d made her choice and now it needed to be seen through. So she held him tighter (different, really, than how she’d ever held a man before), murmuring whatever came to her mind. Anything to provide a contrast to his cries. She was not good with words – she never had been. What came out – from a book she’d only read once, and hadn’t particularly liked – surprised even Sif.]
Water from Mímisbrunnr; used to bring clarity. Water from the stink bogs of Álfheimr; used to induce temporary gout of the reproductive organs. Water from the wastelands of Vanaheimr...
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But her feelings were ultimately inconsequential. She’d made her choice and now it needed to be seen through. So she held him tighter (different, really, than how she’d ever held a man before), murmuring whatever came to her mind. Anything to provide a contrast to his cries. She was not good with words – she never had been. What came out – from a book she’d only read once, and hadn’t particularly liked – surprised even Sif.]
Water from Mímisbrunnr; used to bring clarity. Water from the stink bogs of Álfheimr; used to induce temporary gout of the reproductive organs. Water from the wastelands of Vanaheimr...