The Black Forest – Pin-occhio

Heimdall: America; Magic

Loki: Bruno Mars; 24k

As they reached the edge of the woods, the red fox curled his lip up and watched as Heimdall pulled a sword, each of them going back to back as they looked around and narrowed their eyes. Loki's ears perked as several yapping laughs rounded the trees and he stood straight with a slightly curled lip as several large hyenas stepped from the trees. The fox narrowed his eyes as he looked to their feet, each of them wearing a finely made pair of shoes that kept the mud from their fur. He tilted his head as one cringed with a step. "Where did you get the coverings on your feet?"

The hyena tipped its head and Heimdall lifted his ears as a silken voice swooned and purred, leaning forward. "Come and follow. We will take you from the cold of the night and fill your ears with heaven." The hare lifted a brow to the fox and Loki squinted as three voices joined in a vocalization that had the red fox's ears tilt as he lifted his head.

Loki watched them walk into the trees and tipped his nose the same direction as Heimdall shook his head. "They bewitch the ones they lure with their beautiful voices, Heimdall. The coverings of their feet are too small. Let them lead us as if we are entranced." The hare nodded as he took on a dazed look and followed after the hyenas as they kept their voices pitched in the alternating tones of an angelic sound. Loki and Heimdall followed as they made their way through the forest and stopped at a den they all waved towards as the fox kept a flat face and stepped forward. He looked around after stepping inside and took a seat with the hare as several foxes looked up and shied their eyes.

A vixen dipped her head as several kits stayed locked onto the skirt she wore and the tod kept his eyes to the floor as the hyenas danced around the room. Loki held a paw low as they looked them both over, letting the hyena take the pouches and bags they had before they all left smiling. The door to the tiny place closed and the red fox tipped his ears back as he leaned forward. "You live in this place, made of straw and twigs, with only dirt to hold it together?" The tod across from him dropped his head as he looked back to the vixen and kits curled around her as she attempted to heat the hearth again.

"We would offer you anything we had to give, Sir. But we are trapped here as much as you and they used the last of our stores this night. They only keep us to watch the ones they bring until they have found all they search for. We will be disposed of as all the others they have caught when they are at the end of their hunt." Loki looked back at Heimdall scowling and looked around shaking his head. The red fox across from him jumped as the fire in the hearth grew and swung his eyes to the fox and hare as Loki's eyes lit up a bright red.

"The coverings on their feet. Where did they get them?"

The tod looked to his paws and sighed as he shook his head. "I meant no harm. I only wished to help ones I thought were in need. My name is Shoemaker. I am a tailor by trade and peddle what I create. The…shoes are only needed when the rain has fallen so much that the feet would be covered in mud." Heimdall curled his lip as Loki sat, straightening his back.

"You are a tailor? You made the coverings of their feet?" The fox nodded as he looked to his mate and watched their kits curl up with her as she sat on the ground.

The red god fox's eyes glowed and they watched his eyes flame as he raised his head higher. The tailor looked at the door and reached into his pocket pulling out a pipe, heavily carved in wood with a fine handle as he held it to the red fox. "It is all I have. If you are not still afflicted with the spell of their voices, I can only assume you are gods. I would give it and the only other thing I have of value if you could get my family out of here." Loki looked up as the fox stood in front of him dipping his head as he held the pipe out. He took it looking it over and shook his head as the red fox held out both paws. "All I have left is to put myself in your service for the debt I cannot pay."

Loki's brow dropped as the vixen curled around the kits and Heimdall sucked in a deep breath as she curled her arms around their kits, turning their heads. "A fine pipe you should keep and sell to care for your family if you have no use of it, and nor do I. You say you have nothing to offer? Why do you not serve the goose on the fire?" The hare turned his head hiding his smirk as the foxes all turned back, blinking at the scent of a roasting bird. Loki gave him back his pipe and made a shushing motion after the vixen cut it up, serving it to everyone as Heimdall's ears lifted.

Loki turned his head as the door opened and sat straighter as the hyenas looked them over frowning. "Why are you moved? Why are you not still fixed where we left you seated?"

The red fox God looked back at Heimdall and smirked as the hare stood, motioning to the other foxes to step behind him. The hyenas opened their mouths to sing again and chirped as Loki waved a paw in front of them, frowning as they clutched their throats. Cowering as they shrank in size. "What is your name?" Loki asked as the leader as he dipped forward growling.

"C-Carol." She answered struggling to spit out the words.

"Such beautiful voices and yet you use them like sirens to lure those you prey on to their death. From this day forward none of your kind will ever sing or laugh like this again. Each time you try all the world will hear is the cackling of an old witch. For taking that which was offered in hospitality and returning nothing but trouble, you will come to the home you destroyed each night and build the shoes the tailor makes. Until such a time his mate makes you clothes that will set you free. Each night you will go out and sing. Carol will take all these voices that no longer hold beauty and ask at the door of one home each night for your dinner. You will understand that beauty does not lie in what is seen and heard, but what is given from a charitable heart, and you will only be seen as this size, when you must ask for another's help, otherwise you will be no bigger than the nails you use to create the shoes you saw fit to steal. Kindness will not be repaid with treachery." He waved his paw again and Heimdall looked down seeing three little hyenas no bigger than his thumb.

They rushed out the door as Loki growled, and he tipped his head to the foxes gaping from the corner as Heimdall stepped aside smiling. Loki stepped closer to the fire and looked around the little home shaking his head. "This will not do. The strong breath from a wolf would knock the home over." He looked down seeing three little kits looking up at him blinking. "You cannot be safe in a home built of hay and sticks." He stuck his paw to his nose winking, and Heimdall shook his head as he shifted to a dark swirl of ash and blew out the door. The foxes let their jaws hang as the ash fell through the chimney and Loki reappeared in front of the hearth smiling as it swirled into his shape, and flashed into a flame that circled the room before shifting into the shape of a huge black fox with yellow eyes and a howling laugh as he rushed up the chimney with the flames. The home engulfed in flame and changed from the stick and straw held together with mud, to solid red bricks. A bright red door and red cloaks hung at the side as the foxes looked around blinking. The tod picked them up looking around and shook his head at the stocks of clothing and fine furniture in the home. Loki and Heimdall stayed the night, and Heimdall spoke quietly as Loki laid next to the fire. "How did you create the meat?"

Loki snickered as he rolled over. "I did not. You know I cannot do that. The goose was made from fruits, mostly pears and apples. You did not taste it, but the foxes did not complain."

Heimdall chuckled remembering them sharing their stories and rolled over as Loki sighed. They left the foxes early the next morning to continue on their way.

The next morning when the foxes woke, they found several pairs of finely made shoes sitting in the window because the gods had told the hyenas to leave them. When the vixen swept the ash from around the floor and at the edge of the fireplace, she found a bag filled with silver coins and looked back to her mate smiling…..

"You left them the silver?" Heimdall nudged Loki as they walked again, snickering as the fox shrugged. Loki stumbled upon an older fox as Heimdall watched from behind. The other fox wept beside the river as Loki covered his fur and head in his cloak, taking the shape of an old witch again as he sat beside the old tod. "I am Pokk, why do you weep? I see no injury on you."

The old tod looked at him and smiled as he shook his head. "I make toys and leave them for the children in the village not far from here. But each time they see me they hide, they fear me because I am a fox. My son is not so gentle. He is angry and mean. My mate and I have lost our other children to harsh winters and illness. No matter what we teach, he does not listen. He is lonely and bitter."

Loki looked back to Heimdall and sighed. "My companion and I seek good company on our journey. I am sure your son is only misguided, but we can regale the tales of our travels to cheer you if you would give us shelter this night?"

The old tod looked back and blinked as Heimdall tipped his head. "You travel with a rabbit?"

Heimdall rolled his eyes as Loki chuckled. "He is a hare. Apparently, they are scarce in these parts of the world."

The old tod dipped his head and shied his eyes, apologizing as Heimdall smiled. "You are well traveled then? Company you shall have this night. I would love to hear of the world I wish to see! My mate makes a nice dinner and heavy sweet breads."

Loki stood grabbing the cane and leaning into it as the hare looked her over grinning. "Do not speak of this form, Heimdall. Most seem more trusting of it than my own."

The hare laughed lowly as they followed the old tod back to a well-hidden den, and they both looked around at the little shack outside it blinking. Axes, wood of all kinds and strings hung everywhere, carving tools and knives, toys in all different shapes and sizes sat on the benches and tables as Loki looked around smiling. "You make these toys? What is your name?"

The old Tod chuckled as he nodded, picking up a crossed section of wood he wiggled around as the puppet attached started dancing along the floor. "The forest provides plenty to use. It is just a hobby. My name is Geppetto, but the children call me Mr. Claws."

"Why do you give them away? Why do they call you this, Mr. Claws?" Loki asked as Heimdall inspected several little sleds and wooden dolls.

"It is warming to see those who cannot afford them have something they cherish. I must sneak into town and can only do it once in a year's time. On the coldest night of the year, so my scent does not carry in the wind." Heimdall looked back at Loki blinking as he shook his head. The old tod smiled as he sat down the puppet and shrugged. "They only know of red and white fur. I am aged but still move well and can hide. I have only been seen by a few of the children in the town when I have had to sneak in and leave the toys by the fires instead of at their doors."

Loki's ears tipped as he smiled. "By the fires? How do you sneak them into the homes?"

The old tod chuckled as he motioned towards the entrance of the den. "Some do not have a place outside where others would not take what I would leave. So I crawl through the chimney around the smoke and flames, and leave them at the edge of the hearth. I scraped one of the hearths with my claws one night and the name came about that way. The smoke covers my scent, so no one has figured out I am a fox."

The old vixen Loki had become chuckled as she looked at Heimdall and nodded. "How do you crawl with the toys?" The older tod shrugged, smiling as he opened his shirt, stuffing several inside as Loki laughed. "You look as if you are fat! I have found a true fox!"

Heimdall snickered as they were led inside and sat down as an older vixen stirred a pot. "This is my mate, Nicole." Loki and Heimdall tipped their heads and introduced themselves before she sat down and dished them each a bowl at the table, slicing a large piece of bread for each of them as Loki sniffed it and closed his eyes smiling. Geppetto chuckled as he looked back at him. "She often makes these sweet breads for me to leave in the stockings left hanging over the hearths in the homes I visit. They are well liked."

"Made with dried fruit?" Heimdall asked with a curled nose after tasting it. "It tastes more like cake. It is very good."

"Thank you." The vixen smiled as they both nodded and sighed as she took her seat. "Christopher!"

Loki and Heimdall both lifted their ears as a young tod rushed in and jumped to the table. The little fox narrowed his eyes on the bowl and pushed it aside, giving his mother a dirty look as she shied her eyes. She gave him another dish as his father frowned. "Christopher." His father whispered as he looked up at him. "Do not crinkle your nose at your mother's food in the company of guests." He curled his brow as the young fox frowned. "What happened to the toy I made you yesterday?"

"It fell apart. They always fall apart." The older fox flicked his ears back as he looked at his wife who shied her eyes. Loki and Heimdall looked at each other as both foxes went about eating their food. She cleared the table as their son stared at the old witch in front of him. "You are ugly. Why do you not have teeth?"

Loki lifted a brow as his mother shook her head and shooed him from the room. "Apologies. He is young and has lost so many siblings."

Heimdall looked at the floor as Loki sat straighter, leaning into the cane. "Loss should not make one so rude. What has happened to the toy his father made for him?"

She shook her head and sighed. "We are not sure."

The older Tod sighed as he stood and motioned to another area. "You are welcome to stay the night. Stay warm by the hearth if you wish it."

Heimdall dipped his head as they slipped into another section of the den and looked at Loki as he shook his head. "One who gives away the toys he makes through an entire year and they break so easily? He says he loves to see the joy they bring and if they broke so easily, he would see none."

Loki agreed. "Go and be nosey for me, they would smell me too easily and you are not as strongly scented."

Heimdall lifted both brows and narrowed his eyes as he lowered his voice. "I cannot snoop in a home we are guests in! They have fed us and though we need no warmth, they offer it!"

Loki deadpanned him as Heimdall's nose twitched. "Fine, we will pay it back, but I do not know how to snoop with them not knowing I am snooping." The old vixen wrinkled her nose as Heimdall shook his head. "No Loki- do not use your mag-

The fox lifted an old paw and pointed as he stuck his finger on the side of his nose and winked. Heimdall chirped as a puff of dust surrounded him and looked up scowling as the fox leaned over on the cane snickering. "I AM BLUE! WHY AM I BLUE! HOW AM I TO FIND OUT ANYTHING BEING THIS SMALL?!" he whisper screamed.

Loki smirked as he picked up Heimdall by the ears and sat him on the table. "Hold still, Brother. I will fix that too." Heimdall's whiskers twitched and his cheek ticked when the fox stuck his crinkled old fingers on his ears and used his claws to move them. They slid off his head onto his back. The hare shivered as he grabbed his head and frowned.

"You moved my ears!? Will they move back to where they belong?!"

The fox ticked his head back and forth and nodded. "Close…fairly. But you should be able to move them fast enough that you can fly."

"Fly? Figures, since I am not much bigger than one!" Loki chuckled as he dipped his head, green eyes shining as the hare scowled.

"Just go find out what ails this family, or I will put you in a pretty dress too."

Heimdall took to the air swinging wildly before he figured out how to move his…wings, and Loki laughed. The hare grumbled as he finally found the right rhythm and left the room, nosing around the little den. Loki waited, and waited, but his brother didn't return. He stood on the cane as the old witch he'd become peeked through several rooms, until he stumbled on the young fox and silently watched. His eyes narrowed as the kit kept hold of Heimdall's ears that had been moved to his back, and he curled his lip as the young fox picked up one of the toys his father had made and threw it, smashing it into the wall. "You are better than a stupid toy! You are no bigger than my thumb! I will call you Tom Thumb!" Heimdall curled his lips as the little fox pinched his wings (Ears) together. Loki stood taller as the young tod's parents came in to investigate the crash they'd heard.

The fox who had disguised himself as an old witch flashed and stood with a curled lip as his nine tails whipped around angrily behind him. Heimdall shook his head and folded his arms over his chest as the kit dropped him and stared in shock. His parents both blinked as the fox god pointed a finger at their son. "You break what your father has put time and love into, you do not appreciate the toys he creates or the food your mother makes. Until you honor your parents and understand the value of the life they have given you, you shall remain nothing but a toy."

The kit blinked and yelped as Loki held up a paw, dropping to the floor and looking over the wooden arms and body he now had. "Change me back! I did not break the toys!" His nose grew as Loki smirked.

Geppetto shook his head as he fell and clutched Loki's leg. "Please, I would never wish for such a thing! He meant no harm and deserves no curse!"

Loki shook his head as the foxes stared. "Foxes do not lie, each time you tell a lie it will be as plain as the nose on your face. He will stay a puppet until he is a good boy, a good fox." He turned back to see both parents teary eyed as their son examined his wooden limbs. "Do not spoil the child simply because he is the only one you have. He will not appreciate anything you do for him if he is never punished for taking what you give him for granted. When he misbehaves leave him with coal to keep him warm and no dinner when he refuses what you offer. Do not give him more toys than he can love. He will cherish none if they are at the ready each time he breaks one. The eye of his heart is no bigger than a pin. He will learn and become a real fox when he cares as much for you and others as he does himself. He shall be called Pinocchio. For the pin of the size of the eye in his heart. Until he is worthy of another name and knows true value, he will no longer be called Chris or be able to crinkle his nose at what his mother and father offer. I do not curse this family. I only teach a lesson the parents and child must learn. You have good hearts, continue with your son as you have with the children of the village you visit each year, and he will follow in your footsteps, good Geppetto."

"I am ugly. I don't have any fur….will I break?" The little fox kit asked, sniffling as he thumped to the floor, still gawking at his own limbs as Loki looked back and smiled. His parents rushed to him, curling around him as they wiped his eyes. Loki felt a twinge as he dipped to his knees and held out a paw. The little fox sat up as sparkles swirled, and blinked as a tiny lizard appeared in his paw. "I will leave you with a friend who will stay so you are never lonely, and guide you when your parents cannot."

The little lizard hopped out of Loki's paw and onto Pinocchio's nose as he blinked. "Jiminy! He is no bigger than a cricket! Can he talk like the blue fairy?"

Heimdall rolled his eyes as Loki smirked. "He will grow. His name is Pluto, he is the smallest of his kind. He will eat the worms and bugs your mother does not want inside and help keep your den clean. If you listen, he can talk."

"He is a toy?" the kit asked and blinked as the little lizard shook its head. "You can understand me?" he giggled as it bobbed up and down, hissing as its tail wagged back and forth.

Loki stood smirking as his parents looked at each other shaking their heads. "He will be your best friend if you treat him well. All he will wish for is your attention and that you pet him to keep him happy." Loki chuckled as the kit turned his head, the lizard wagged its tail and stuck its tongue out panting before it was licking his face making him laugh. "You will not break, your heart will grow. This is your first lesson, little Pinocchio. Your parents will love you no matter what you do, or how you look, so you should love and honor them in return. Parents are saints to their children and should be treated as such by their children." He pointed a finger at Heimdall and changed him back, laughing as he clutched his head, checking the position of his ears and the color of his fur. The hare narrowed his eyes as he stepped closer to Loki. "Words of wisdom, Brother?"

Heimdall put on a fake smile as he looked back to young Pinocchio. "To be Christopher again, Chris must be merry." The hare blinked as he pulled one of his pouches out and handed it to the older tod. "It will help you with your toys. It shrinks anything you place in it and will never fill. It will multiply all you add to it until you wish it no more. Think on what you wish to pull from it, turn it over and it will fall from the pouch."

Loki nodded as he smirked at his brother. "Outside in the morning you shall find a magic sled to help you with your toys. It will dash across the snow, dance across ice, and prance over trees. It will blitzen like the stars and be gone in a flash as it flies like a comet. It will glide like it has wings from cupid and be the bright dawn of knowledge in children before the day your toys are found."

Heimdall scoffed as the foxes looked back to them. "And what will you name this…ship you leave, Loki?"

The red fox chuckled as he looked to the side and smirked. "It will be a bright red, trimmed in white to match what the few who have seen you spotted, and move as gracefully as any…. Vixen. She will show you the world you wish to see."

The young fox who'd changed to a puppet curled into both his parents and Loki smirked as the kit told them both he loved them, breaking into a wide smile as his eyes crossed, watching his nose shrink back to his face. Loki stood and sighed. "Lesson two, Pinocchio. Truth will show you as you should be seen." He bent lower and smiled as the foxes blinked at him and Heimdall.

"You are gods? Stars that fell from heaven?" Pinocchio asked as Loki nodded, still smiling at them.

"Lesson three. You will live as long as the heart you have beats for others, when a heart of gold warms the darkest of places in the world. If you can spread that love, little Pinocchio, you will never feel lonely and the love the world returns to you will keep you young forever in the eyes of the heart you should have always seen through… the eyes of a happy child."

Heimdall rolled his eyes laughing, and they left the little family all curled together as they stepped back to the wooded path. The buck sneered at the fox and narrowed his eyes. "I think I am shorter now and my ears are not in the right place!"

Loki laughed as he shook his head. "Stretch your legs, Heimdall. Maybe that will help. You know I am not sure that spell will not turn you into a Ljosalfar."

Heimdall narrowed his eyes as Loki chuckled and shot forward. "THOSE ARE JUST FAIRY TALES MOTHER TOLD US AS CHILDREN! THAT IS NOT FUNNY LOKI, I DO NOT WANT TO BE AN ELF!" Loki laughed as he looked over his shoulder, jumping as Heimdall started rushing after him. They chased each other all over the woods, laughing as they made their way back to the den of wolves.

At the entrance, they watched as the young pups scrambled inside. The fox and hare walked in and Loki narrowed his eyes as he looked over the pups, cowering behind their father. "I have explained this to the others I have encountered but it seems it is not done by many, anymore." He watched Heimdall biting his lip and narrowed his eyes. "No matter what it is or where you are. No canine will ever mark anything with something other than the scent of their own fur again!" Loki set his fur on fire to make his point and all the pups nodded as Nason flipped his ears back and dipped his head. Loki smirked as they all rushed from the den and turned as his brother laughed. "You lied! You did not tell them to piss on me!"

The hare shrugged as he shot him a smug look. "I am not a fox, I can do that. There was too much risk you would be angry and you cannot burn me, Brother."

Loki rolled his eyes and turned back to Nason as he tipped his head. "There is a fox coming. He has seven sons and a daughter he struggles to hunt for with no mate. Would you allow him to work in the mines with you?"

Nason nodded as he shrugged. "No one sees where the gold and gems come from or cares who digs for them. So long as he does not steal and is a good worker, I would even let his sons work there. Many fear working in the mines because there are gases that are invisible and can kill without warning in the darkness.

Loki lifted a brow shaking his head. "Cage a small bird. If there is enough gas to kill the small bird it will be a warning to others that they need to leave. To pay this back you must take bread and feed the birds that live in the place the one is taken from. Release it and catch a new one in a month's time so the birds will become immune, but still tell you of trouble."

Nason dipped his head as Heimdall lifted a brow. They watched the wolf leaving to the mines as the hare leaned closer. "Loki, you cannot change things in the mortal world. Why did you tell him that?"

Loki sniffed as he looked to the ceiling. "I did not say I would change them, Brother. The birds will evolve eventually and become immune if they are exposed enough would they not? It is beneficial to the birds who will change to live through it over time, and those who live in the mines who are kept safe by them, is it not?" The hare laughed as Loki shrugged.

They spent a year with the wolves as Loki went back and forth, teaching each fox he met. Heimdall watched and listened as his brother sought them, while he himself had taken journeys with rabbits, teaching them many things. Each time they returned they had new stories to tell the wolves about the mammals they'd met. The night of one year came as Loki stood above the town of Gosforth. Heimdall tipped his head in that direction, and watched as Loki took on his disguise of Pokk again, venturing into the town where they showed him the statue erected for the gods. The old witch leaned over seeing his brother and mate carved into the stone, and closed his eyes as he ran a finger over her image, falling to his knees smiling before he stood and threw off the rags. He transformed to his own form, letting his eyes glow red in front of the foxes in the town as his tails unfurled and spread like a fan behind him. Heimdall laughed as a large fire burned in the center of the town, and watched as Loki danced around, pointing at the moon and laughing with the foxes under the light, singing until the sun rose again. The God of Mischief they had called him, now they called him the God of Miracles too. Unknown to the god who left those he'd taught, he started a fire in them that would reinforce his own laws, and create others as they began to dance around the flames he'd lit….

Notes; Loki would be considered extremely attractive to a bunch of vixens if he were dancing around and with them. I did not write this out, but the tods in the town of Gosforth were more than happy to accommodate them after he left.

The singing hyenas are a reference to sirens and mermaids. Loki curses their species never to sing again and this is why they 'sing and laugh' the way they do. The shoes they are wearing and the one they held captive are a reference to The Elves and the Shoemaker. The little home they live in and it being made of straw and dirt, the way Loki changes it to brick is a reference to the three little pigs.

Christmas caroling was born from a rather gruesome truth. At a time when people feared opening their doors to strangers, a young girl went missing. Her name was Carol. The search party sang at peoples doors before the Christmas season, using it to ask if they had seen the little girl. She was never found. Later the same thing was used for the poorer mammals to beg for food during the Christmas season. The 'bird' Loki cooked was made of fruit and started the tradition of stuffing geese with fruit when they are roasted for the holiday. He can make a lot with his magic, but can't create anything other than plant life when it comes to this sort of thing.

Silver coins being left in the bag around the ashes they were found and the pipe are part of another old Christmas story and refer to stockings hung by the chimney and getting gifts in them; As is Loki going up the chimney when he changes the home to a brick structure.

Loki tapping the side of his nose and blowing out the door, coming back through the chimney are references to Santa Claus. In older versions of the story, Santa came through keyholes and the chimney by becoming small, turning to ash and squeezing through cracks. Stockings (Socks) were hung by fireplaces so they could dry each night, as many people couldn't afford more than one pair. The sweet breads that are left in them are little fruit cakes which is what the vixen makes.

The pipe he gives Loki is also another Christmas story, I believe it came from New York. A gift from Saint Nicholas

Weaved together are the names of the holiday that will be born. Nicole, Saint claws. Cristopher. "Your parents are saints."

Pinocchio - Occhio means eye and odd

Geppetto- the name means he will enlarge, increase, add to, do again; repeat

"He can no longer crinkle his nose"- Chris Cringle

To be Christopher again, Chris must be merry- Merry Christmas.

Heimdall; "I am blue! Why am I blue? Will my ears move back? Loki; close-fairly." = It's a reference to the Blue fairy. This is part of why rabbits and hare ears are so far back on their heads.

St. Claus was a real guy who made toys he delivered to poor children.

The little lizard Loki leaves is a reference to Jiminy cricket and the conscience Pinocchio never had.

Sleigh- Every reindeer name is included; It will dash across the snow (Dasher), dance across ice (Dancer), and prance over trees (Prancer). It will blitzen like the stars and be gone in a flash as it flies like a comet. It will glide like it has wings from cupid and be the bright dawn (Donner) of knowledge in children before the day your toys are found." Heimdall scoffed as the foxes looked back to them. "And what will you christen this…ship you leave Loki?" The red fox chuckled as he looked to the side and smirked. "It will be a bright red, trimmed in white to match what the few who have seen you spotted, and move as gracefully as any…. Vixen." (Vixen) Now Dasher, Now Dancer, Now Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, On Cupid, On Comet and Blitzen. The reindeer names are a reference to the Poem; A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore.

Ljosalfar- Light elves in Norse mythology.

Guess who made Santa Claus?!

Merry Christmas- Weird ain't it?