Chocolate. Now there was something which, if all else were weighed, might well slightly tilt the scales in favor of Midgard's continued existence. Twas nothing like it in Asgard, she was loathe to admit.
She tenses, perhaps ever so slightly, as he leads her down the stares. Even for one as controlled as she, there were old fears, tales of the Trolls that lived in the dark. Her father... her father and mother Sif could cast them away, but the fear still briefly touched her, before she forced it from her mind.
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