There was a god named Loki and, legend has it, he was the very best at everything. His hair was raven silk, his eyes of piercing hue, and his legs went on forever! People would walk by and swoon purely from his proximity, but they wouldn't mind because when he smiled rainbows poured out all over Yggdrasil and the world was a better place. When he laughed the trolls exploded and butterflies were born. Loki's astonishingly athletic figure and umatched mind were courted daily, hourly, and he had a trillion lovers who all declared they could never keep up. Fandral, who was hailed by mortals as the avatar of fertility, was kicked out on his gnarled backside after Loki winked at an orchard of apple trees and they all turned to gold fruit that kept the Aesir forever strong and almost as beautiful as he. Whether Loki was man or woman or animal, literally everybody declared he was the greatest.
Sometimes he solved all the problems in the realms for fun, then he napped on swan feathers and sipped from wine chalices constantly filled by virgins who were to be sacrificed to his bedchamber. They had to take tickets after a while, because everyone wanted to be an offering.
And whenever he kissed his reflection, it kissed back twofold. ;)
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Sometimes he solved all the problems in the realms for fun, then he napped on swan feathers and sipped from wine chalices constantly filled by virgins who were to be sacrificed to his bedchamber. They had to take tickets after a while, because everyone wanted to be an offering.
And whenever he kissed his reflection, it kissed back twofold. ;)