whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"To our knowledge, Ymir had no 'well' associated with him. So it might be a mistranslation of Mimir, but given the rest of what I've seen so far I can't tell for certain. Ymir though, is said to be the progenitor of the Jotunn, but also potentially of the Aesir--the Asgardians, and possibly all beings in our creation myths."

Pausing, before switching subjects. "I should probably also tell you about the importance of Wells, of which Mimir's well is one of the most important ones." If the book was confusing Ymir with Mimir, it was still valuable.

"There are three wells at the base of Yggsdrasil. Urðarbrunnr, is known as Urd's well, and where the Norns weave fate and creation from. Hvergelmir, which is said to be located beneath Niflheim and the source of all springs It is also where the beast Nidhoggr that eats at Yggsdrasil's roots lives. And Mímisbrunnr, in which the head of Mimir dwells. Where Odin traded an eye for wisdom, as his well is the source of all wisdom."

"Is there evidence these places are real" she has her own doubts about most creation mythos.

"Can I go give a kidney at the wisdom well?"

"Maybe we'll just have to go exploring and find out, hmm?" He replied with a grin. "And I believe the traditional price is an eye, not a kidney."

"I'm really fond of binocular vision, but would be adaptable to life with one kidney." She is surprisingly actually willing to trade body parts for wisdom.

"I'd rather you stay whole, personally." There was that protective streak.

"In any case, the book seems to be written in prose and rhyme. But so far, it seems to be about the history of the Nine Realms, and their formation from the Ginnungagap."

"You'd hardly notice missing organs." She's teasing a bit, but she respects that possesive streak.

"So does it have important bits hidden in the poetry?"

"I believe so. It's a matter of figuring out what might be worth following up on. It's remarkably well-preserved, which is likely due to magic." Nuzzling her hair. "There may also be spells in it, but I haven't been able to verify that yet. I read quickly, but have been rather preoccupied with other things. If nothing else, it is valuable as a piece of history that predates Asgard--and there are precious few things of Asgard left."

She's very glad she had gotten the book. It's relevant and gives him a little reminder of home.

"I'm happy I found it."

"I am too, Sweetling." Kissing her hair, and she can probably feel the smile. "I can read from it to you later, if you want?"

"I'd love that. I imagine the sound of you reading poetry to be rather soothing."

His voice is already rather calming to her.

"After dinner then, when we're winding down for the evening." Still smiling, and moving to kiss her ear. "Sometime, you might even be able to get me to sing for you."

"Are you a good singer?" She's intrigued that he would sing at all.

An eyebrow rose, with a sly grin. "You'll just have to find out in the future." With a soft chuckle. "Next time you're in New Asgard, we should stick around for more of the drinking and story-sharing after dinner."

"Fair enough." She laughs. "If I see you more often I might. I'll be a bit less desperate to get you alone."

"You made quite a few friends, while you were there." Ingrid and her healers had nothing but praise for Christine. Osmund also had enjoyed training with her and hoped she was well. "You're most definitely welcome again. Thor thinks you're a 'calming' influence on me. But that's only because he doesn't know some of what I've been up to."

"I do like it there." It's a nice little village and everyone had been so kind.

She raises a brow, "what sort of things have you been up to?"

"Mostly getting into things people don't want me to." Still that sly grin. "Mostly looking for things that might cause trouble down the way." So more of the same that he'd been doing.

"I suppose he's right, in a way. I'm not rabble rousing or starting trouble that he has to clean up." Yet.

"So general sneakiness and maybe a bit less overall chaos?"

She brushes her fingers through his hair.

"I'd like to think I'm very calming."

"For now. There are some signs that a little applied chaos might be necessary soon." Leaning into the touch, his eyes closed in pleasure. "Certainly you are calming to me..."

"Can't have the god of mischief without some chaos." She smiles, fond. At least it seems his goals are more helpful than harmful right now.

"You practically purr when I play with your hair."

"I could actually purr, if you want. Shapeshifter, remember?" It was very tempting.

"You can shift into animals?"

She didn't realize it extended quite so far.

"Did you think I was kidding about the frog?" Loki couldn't help it. He said it while laughing.

She pulls back, a huge grin on her face.

"I need to see this. Can you be a big cat? Panther?"

"It means you have to let me up." But if she would...

Moving from the couch, Loki was on his feet and stretching. Before his form shifted with that same shimmer of greenish-gold. Changing to be on all fours, his fur a dark black with hints of green, and the same eyes looking up at her. Moving to sit, and curl his tail around his legs, head tilted as if to say 'well'?

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