I have not been feeling inspired lately, but here's something it's better than nothing.

%%%%%%%%%

Loki giggled as he soared through the mist filled air in the form of crow with green eyes.

The reason for it is that a certain hobbit and dwarves were stuck in barrels.

But the best part about this whole mess was the fact that fish were piled on their heads created such glee that loki almost fell downwards to the ground.

The town, well barley a town but if one must call it a town then let it be known as a ghost town for their was little to no life to be found.

The poor people were miserable with filth and rot to be seen every where. The food scarce and what wealth that went to the master of this town was but pitiful.

All in all Loki's heart ached for these people, to be reduced to a life that is not fit for man or beast was outrageous.

Loki reigned in his feelings and took measured breathes as he swooped into a shack on stilts through the window before Bard closed the shutters.

In a twirl mixed of feathers turn to cloth and skin stood loki in his Asgard form once again.