~ help in the darkness of this realm.

Looking down, she holds out her hand.

“Come. You can ride with me.”

~ decision to proceed as she does now.

“This stranger is my guest,” she calls out to her men. “He will be returning with us.”

The giantess rides closer and observes as Löptr lets the seidr melt way. His skin becomes a brilliant shade of blue . . . and his eyes turn a deep red that would ~

~ think he rules all of Jötunheim. Her little corner - the Iron Wood — remains yet independent. She has fought to keep it so.

What would Laufey do if he knew the child he cast aside had stumbled upon the domain of his sworn enemy.

Nothing good, she imagines. And yet that does not change her ~

“You are Löptr,” she replies, her voice barely a whisper on the wind.

Löptr. Their name for Loki. The lost prince.

Or seemingly the abandoned one. Angrboda should not be surprised that Laufey would cast aside anything deemed weak — and liability for his growing kingdom.

The giant likes to ~

~ Her own people see her as a queen.

“Speak plainly your name and your purpose here. We do not take kindly to trespassers.”

She is not unreasonable. She would hear him out in a way Laufey never would. Even so, Laufey might have sent him or Odin even. Neither option would be a good one.

He might be weaponless, but that does not mean that he is entirely unarmed.

He possesses magic. That is weapon enough.

Impressed as she is for the old magic he carries, Angrboda has little time for riddles.

“I am Angrboda, Hagia of the Iron Wood.”

A wise woman. A witch, many would call her. ~

So is he.

Though she thinks he would be more so in his own skin.

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~ business here?” she calls out to them — someone who appears Æsir but who has a magic emanating from them which is far older.

Her pale blue hand rests upon the hilt of her sword just in case they should attack, and her striking red eyes peer at them . . . assessing.

“State your name, Stranger.”

~Laufey or his methods, so she was grateful to those who chose to stand with her.

She is grateful now even if she tells the other riders to keep their distance from the figure standing in the snow.

Mounted on what in Jötunheim would be akin to a horse, Angrboda approaches alone.

“What is your ~

~ the small band of Frost Giants who chose to retreat to the forests
were considered traitors to the king. To her people, though, she is a queen . . . a queen and powerful wielder of the Old Magic.

Her community is small, but she protects them fiercely. She had never particularly agreed with ~

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She had received word from her scouts that there was an odd disturbance at the edge of the Iron Wood. Ever vigilant of possible attacks from Laufey’s forces, the giantess rides out with her warriors to assess the threat.

Angrboda and ~

Such has always been her plan.

Well . . . in that case, she is excited to begin eternity.

Wonders if there is a thread for her.