A/N: Welcome to my newest passion project! I was inspired by my Mythology class to write this. I know myth fanatics can be really peculiar and protective over their favorite stories and characters, so I'd like to get a few things out of the way now.
I have used multiple sources for information on Norse myths. If what I write doesn't jive with what you know, there may be a couple of reasons: 1) I'm using a different source. 2) I bent it so that it fits the narrative of what I'm trying to achieve. That's it. You can lecture me all you want on "accuracy," but I will ignore you. :)
That being said, I will preface if I go way off base, because I think it's important to note that I know what I'm doing, and I'm not just making crap up. My hope for readers is twofold: 1) if you already are familiar with the myths, my renditions of the stories and characters make you laugh. 2) if you're unfamiliar, you are inspired to learn more.
Alright, I think that's all. Welcome to chaos, everyone!
It was a beautiful building, if you could call it that. Tree was more appropriate, a giant tree whose leaves reached into the sky. A beautiful rainbow bridge welcomed you inside. Slowly, I began making my way up the bridge to the front door. Underneath me, deer pranced in the meadow. The tree trunk, I realized, was planted in a marsh. The marsh was not as pleasant. It looked like something was swimming in it.
A man with pale skin and long, bright blonde hair with a matching beard was standing at the doorway. He stared at me with pale eyes.
"Ummm, hello?" I said timidly. "I'm the new teacher."
He didn't say anything. He continued staring. I hoped to God or gods he wasn't going to ask me a riddle.
"Okay," I said. "I'm going inside now."
He nodded and opened the door. Then, he picked up a giant horn that sat next to him. "MISS EDDA, NEW TEACHER OF THE AESIR CLASS!" he bellowed. His voice shook the whole tree. I looked around the lobby. It was beautifully decorated in white and gray marble. There was a rug decorated with golden leaves beneath my feet. To the right were offices labeled "PRINCIPAL SNORRI" and "COUNSELOR KVASIR." To the left was a spiral staircase leading downwards into darkness. Further up the lobby I saw large doors that seemed to lead to an enormous room labeled "VALHALLA." At the very end of the lobby were stairs leading upwards.
A short, blonde girl with braids came to my side. "Hello, Miss Edda! I'm Sigyn. I'm going to be in your class."
"Well, hello," I said. The white guy with the horn, I noticed, had also come inside, and was still staring at me.
"Don't mind him. That's Heimdall. He guards the place," said Sigyn.
"I didn't tell him my name," I said.
"Oh yeah. He must have seen you coming," said Sigyn. "Don't worry. He let you through. That's a very good sign! I think you are going to be very happy here, Miss Edda."
"Wait, hold on, what do you mean?" I said.
"You're the first teacher he's let through for us," said Sigyn.
"Weird," I said.
"Exactly," said Sigyn.
Weird. That about describes the past year. Suddenly, mythological beings from ancient stories appeared. Monsters, dragons, gods, demigods, everyone from those old stories they used to tell you in high school that nobody but the super nerds used to pay attention to.
I was one of those nerds.
So when they started rounding up all the gods and demigods to try to teach them about human life, I knew this was my calling. I immediately applied to teach at Olympus High School. I knew everything about the Greco-Roman gods from my literature classes.
I should have known better.
Olympus High was a disaster. When I found Apollo and Hermes having an orgy in my office, I'd had enough. A teacher should not be subjected to seeing her students naked with that much frequency.
But apparently I'd done a good enough job because I got a call from Principal Snorri at Asgard High. Apparently they hadn't been able to retain a teacher in their highest class. He stressed that they were not Olympus.
I should have known better. But I really didn't know anything about the Norse gods. I knew about Vikings, though, and I didn't like what I knew. But I was a sucker. I got it in my head when I was young that I could make a difference in the world if I was a teacher. The other trouble was Marvel's Avengers. I had to meet the real Thor, if I could.
Everything inside the school was made of wood, which made sense, considering they were in a giant tree. Sigyn started leading me up a winding staircase. "Asgard High has 6 classes," she said. "Dwarves, Elves, Human, Giant, Vanir, and Aesir."
We walked past the Dwarves' floor. The word NIDAVELLIR was smelted onto an iron sign that welcomed you. The forest aesthetic changed to rock on this floor, and I felt a sharp temperature increase when we entered. The sounds of smithing came through the doors.
We ascended to the next floor, ALFHEIM. The wood walls were back, but they were covered in vines with sweet smelling flowers. Flowers also covered the ground. Music and light poured through the doors.
"Oh my goodness, I could stay here all day," I said.
"Elves are very pleasant creatures," said Sigyn. "They maintain our beautiful grounds here. Fun fact: our true name is Yggdrasil High School. Yggdrasil is our world tree. But nobody can pronounce it, so we say Asgard High."
"Yggdrasil," I repeated. "It's not so hard."
Sigyn smiled at me, and we ascended to Midgard. The decor here matched the school's entrance. There was laughter within, but also, it seemed, the sounds of fighting.
"Who is here?" I asked.
"People," said Sigyn. "Just like you."
"Oh, like demigods," I said.
"No, no, we don't quite have those," said Sigyn. "Not like at Olympus, anyways." She spat on the ground.
We ascended to the next floor, and all of a sudden, the air was bitingly cold. The walls were made of ice and rocks, and snow blanketed the ground. "JOTUNHEIM" was carved into a boulder.
"Jotuns," said Sigyn, "are powerful beings closely related to us. We are destined to destroy each other at the end of times."
I had many questions about that, but I just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, so we rushed through to the next floor. "VANAHEIM," the glittering sign read. The floor was gated, but it looked beautiful within. The walls were silver.
"The Vanir are gods," said Sigyn.
"But I'm teaching Aesir," I said.
"Right," said Sigyn. She continued up the stairs, and I followed. The next gate was gold. "ASGARD," the sign read. Sigyn pushed on the gate, and it opened. "Welcome to Asgard, home of the Aesir class," said Sigyn.
It reminded me a lot of Olympus, I had to admit. Everything was laced in gold. There was a fountain in the center of the hallway, a hallway that was more like a courtyard. The door was open to my left, and I could see students inside. Sigyn walked in and held the door ajar for me. "Come on in," she said. "We've been waiting for you."
I actually blushed a little at that. Sigyn seemed incredibly sweet. I could only hope the rest of the class was as nice. Tentatively, I followed her in. The faces that met me were intimidating to say the least: big, burly, bearded faces mostly dressed in armor. Heimdall sat right in the front row, which freaked me out, because I didn't remember him passing us in the halls.
"Ladies and gentlemen, presenting, our teacher...MISS EDDA!" Sigyn announced.
The welcome I received could only be described as rousing. My class pounded their desks with goblets and fists. I eyed the goblets suspiciously. My students at Olympus were always drunk.
Sigyn took a seat in the back of the class. The man with the longest beard and hair stood up. "Greetings, Miss Edda. I am the class rep, Odin." Of course I had heard of Odin. He certainly carried himself like a patriarch. He kept a long spear at his desk, and he wore a shimmering gray cloak. I smiled at him, hoping it didn't insight any crazy lust like it had in Zeus. Odin extended his hand, and I shook it. As I did, two ravens flew down from the rafters and landed on his shoulders. In the past, this would have startled me, but I had became very accustomed to random animals. The only thing I had to be wary of was the possibility that they were people. "These are my pets, Huginn and Muninn," said Odin. "I do hope it is alright that they stay."
"Sure," I said, "but remember pets are not allowed in many public buildings."
"Would you like to meet the rest of the class?" Odin asked. "This is..."
At that moment there was a giant crack of lightning right outside the window. A goat-drawn chariot crashed through the window. I crouched down and covered my head, only to be pleasantly surprised to see Odin standing over me and blocking the glass shards.
The man pulling the chariot was terrifying. He was by far the largest and burliest, with scraggly red hair and beard. "Oh no," he said. "I missed." He started picking up the glass shards.
"Oh, honey," said a skinny woman with long, blonde hair. "What are we going to do with you? Apologies, Miss Edda. We leave the big window on the other side of our floor open, but Thôr here is not so good at left and right."
"I brought donuts," said Thor.
"Let's get Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr to their stables. We have a new teacher," said the woman, and I couldn't tell if she was Thor's mom or wife.
Thor locked eyes with me. "Hi! I am Thor. This is my wife, Sif." The woman who had doted on Thor curtseyed.
"Nice to meet you," I said, conscious that I had slowed down my speech like I was talking to a small child or the very elderly.
Sif took the chariot, which had slammed into the wall, and wheeled it out of the room. The goats remained in the doorway, staring in. Thor grabbed five donut boxes out of the chariot and took them to his front row desk.
"That was very nice of you to bring donuts for—" I was going to say "everyone," but Thor opened the first box and started shoveling donuts into his mouth, one at a time, in succession. When he finished the first box, he tossed it to the goats, opened the next box, and repeated the process.
So...Thor...not what I expected.
"Ahem, okay," I began. "I'd like to use our first day to get to know you. I must confess my knowledge of your stories is limited..."
My speech was interrupted by a very bright light in the doorway. The man who walked in, I suppose he didn't actually generate his own light, but something about his presence made the room feel brighter. He pushed past the munching goats, and I realized he was exactly what I thought Thor would be. He had long, flowing blonde hair and was relatively smooth shaven. He was leading by the arm another man who looked similar but much less bright.
"Sorry," he said. "I was helping my brother. This is Hoder. He's blind."
Hoder carried a walking stick with him. I gasped slightly at the knowledge that a god could be blind. "That's fine, ummm..."
"Balder," said the bright man.
"Well, thank you, Balder," I said. "You are a very good brother."
Baldur and Hoder took two empty seats next to each other in the second row. "Okay, is that—". A loud, obnoxious burp from Thor interrupted my train of thought. "Okay. As I was saying. My name is Miss Edda, and I want to spend this first day just getting to know all. I unfortunately haven't learned much about you in my life, so this will be as much a learning experience for me as it is for you!"
A blonde man in the front row by the window raised his hand. "I bet you're surprised by Thor, huh?"
"Well," I said, "I suppose if you would have asked me, I'd probably have mistaken Balder for Thor."
The class laughed. I took a big risk there. At Olympus, there were impossible unwritten rules about not offending the students or they'd throw a dangerous tantrum.
"I get that a lot, actually," Balder said.
Sif rubbed Thor's muscles in comfort.
"Can I get a family tree?" I asked, turning to the chalkboard. "Odin, I presume I can put you at the top?"
Odin nodded, and then motioned to the curly-haired blonde woman beside him. "This is my wife, Frigga."
"Thank you," I said. I wrote Odin and Frigga at the top. "Do you have children in the school?"
"Yes," said Frigga. "Baldur and Hoder are mine by blood. Thor, Vidar, and Hermod are Odin's from previous engagements." I was shocked at the grace with which Frigga gave me this information. She didn't seem to hold Odin's "previous engagements" against him.
"Thor and...Vidar? And Hermod?" I attempted to translate their names to the chalkboard. "Can you just give me a wave so I start putting names to faces?"
Two brown-haired gods waved in the middle of the class. One of them had shorter hair and a shorter beard than the rest. "Hello, I am Hermod," said Hermod.
"Hermod is the fastest in the school," said Frigga. She was obviously proud of her whole family.
"Odin, Frigga, do you have siblings?" I asked. In the back of the room, two hands went up. "Yes, in the back. You are?"
"Ville," said one man.
"Ve," said the other.
Odin turned around. "Ohhh, hey, guys!" he said. "Those are my brothers."
I added their names next to Odin's. "Children?" I asked.
"No," Ville and Ve said together.
"Okay...," I said. I looked around at the faces in the room I had yet to meet. "Odin, you have more kids, I guess?" Odin was about to speak, when a beautiful woman in the middle of the room raised her hand. "Yes, who you are?"
"My name is Freya," said Freya. The men in the room seemed to hang on her every word. In comparison to the other females, Freya's dress was more something you'd wear in the summer. She also wore a crown of flowers. "I am the goddess of love, beauty, sex, and magic!"
"Oh! Wonderful! And you are Odin's daughter?" I asked as I began to write. I noticed that just in speaking to Freya, my mood had lifted. The class was also laughing at me. Must have missed the mark on "daughter." "Lover?" I ventured. The class laughed again, but the giggles were mixed with some genuine question.
"Sometimes people think Frigga and I are the same person," Freya said. Frigga rolled her eyes. Oh no, I'd done it. I'd gotten too comfortable and was about to experience an act of wrath...
But Freya just lowered her voice and said, "Miss Edda, I was wondering...were you...did you teach at...Olympus?"
The entire class spit on the floor. I realized this was a custom here. It made sense that their main rival would be Olympus.
"Yes," I said. "I left Olympus to come teach here."
Gasps and cheers came from the room, and then all of their hands went up.
"Is it really super gross?"
"Do they really bang everything?"
"Are they really all related?"
"Is there wine as strong as ours?"
"I heard a girl was born from penis blood!"
"I heard the queen mother is crazy!"
"Is Zeus really the worst?"
I let them all get their questions and comments out, and then I let out a hearty chuckle. The class hushed as my chuckle turned to an all-out cackle, and I could barely breathe. Odin got out of his seat to check on me.
"Thank you," I said, wiping away tears. "I'm sorry. I need to stop thinking of you as another Zeus."
"It's okay," said Odin. "I feel sorry for you. You had to put up with all of that trash."
Thor's goats bleated (and one of them had one of those awful, screeching bleats), and another student walked in. He looked slightly different from the rest. He was taller and skinnier, with long sandy hair, but his hair was cut in one of those trendy asymmetrical styles. His beard was braided, and he had an eyebrow piercing. He sulked to the back of the room and sat beside Sigyn, who was making goo-goo eyes at him fiercely. He put his arm around her and kissed her temple.
"Umm, hello," I said.
"Yo," he said. "Didn't realize we had a teacher now. My bad. I'm Loki."
"Oh!" I said with a small gasp. Images of Tom Hiddleston came to mind.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Everything you've heard about me is..."
"I understand," I said.
"100% true," he finished.
"There had to be one," I said. The class laughed slightly. Loki smiled and nodded. He clearly loved his position as resident bad boy. "Alright, where were we?" I asked, turning back to the family tree.
"You were telling us how gross Olympus was," Freya said before spitting on the ground.
I sighed. "Do you guys just want to spend the whole day talking about this?"
"YEAH!"
"Alright!" I'd learn their family ties eventually. I erased the board and wrote "GAEA AND URANUS." "These were the first Titans. They were mother and son and also lovers."
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Lunch was served in Valhalla, the cafeteria wing on the first level. All of the races and teachers ate at the same time. Principal Snorri beckoned me over. He was a short, round man with thin strawberry blonde hair and a goatee. He wore Viking horns on his head. I think he thought it made him look taller and more intimidating, but it really just made him look sillier.
"Miss Edda!" he exclaimed, shaking my hand vigorously. "It's wonderful to finally meet you! I'm so sorry I wasn't there to greet you this morning. We had a bit of trouble with a cursed dwarven ring. You understand. I trust Sigyn took good care of you."
"Oh yes. She is lovely," I said. "Actually, I'm finding my class to be most agreeable."
Principal Snorri nodded. "I'm not going to pretend we don't have our fair share of problems. We do. But we're not Olympus." To my surprise, Snorri spat on the ground. "Our students are teachable. They want to learn." He looked around and then beckoned to me. "Come on. Let's get some food, and you can meet the rest of the staff."
It was a feast fit for the gods. There were multiple kinds of meat on spits to choose from, and a variety of fruits and nuts. Cheese wheels and bread rounded out the buffet. Thor pushed past me, grabbed an entire pig off the table, then picked up a single golden apple from a basket. I recognized the woman behind the basket as one of my students. "Idun, right?" I asked her.
"Yes, ma'am," she said.
"Idun tends the apples that keep your students young," explained Snorri. "Essentially, they make you immortal. We humans are not permitted."
"I see," I said. Snorri brought me back to the teachers' table. To my alarm, they were all partaking in beer and wine.
"So drinking is permitted here?" I whispered to Snorri.
"Oh, yes," said Snorri. "Our students are drinking nonstop. You see that goat over there?" I looked toward the head of the room where a goat the size of a horse stood. Students were in line to milk the goat. "That is Heidrun. She's the mead goat."
"Mead. Goat?!" I repeated incredulously.
"Mead goat," he said. "Don't try it. It'll knock you out. Here. Let me introduce you to the rest of the staff. This is Mr. Pewter, our Dwarven class teacher." Mr. Pewter looked like a student. He had a long, shaggy beard and shaggy eyebrows that brushed against his baseball cap. He nodded politely to me and resumed his beer. "Mr. Ryans, the Elven class teacher," continued Snorri. Mr. Ryans, likewise, resembled an elf with his slight build and pale skin. His blonde hair was perfectly coiffed atop his head, and he had one sparkly earring. He gave me a slight wave. "Mrs. Smith, the Midgard teacher," said Snorri. Mrs. Smith had short, blonde hair and a stocky build. She extended her hand in greeting. Her grip was strong and intimidating. "And Ms. Jiro of the Vanir class," Snorri continued. Ms. Jiro was a short, pretty Japanese lady. She smiled and nodded to me. "And Mr. Surter..." Snorri looked around. "Ah, there he is."
A tall, bald Black man walked beside Sigyn, Loki, and a woman a head taller than Loki. The woman had black hair, large breasts, and pale skin. She had a nose ring, and her arms were decorated in tattoos. Her hair was dyed black. But what was most interesting about her was that she was pregnant and walking a tiny wolf puppy. "Mr. Surter," said Snorri, "have you met Miss Edda?"
Mr. Surter smiled, but it was the kind of smile that made you think he was judging you internally. He extended his hand. "Why yes. Your students have many good things to say about you. Good job, and welcome."
Sigyn smiled sweetly as I shook Mr. Surter's hand. His hand was warm and sweaty. "Miss Edda?" Sigyn said. "This is our friend Angroboda."
"Well, hello," I said to the tall pale woman. "And what class are you in?"
"She's a proud Jotun," Mr. Surter declared, patting her on the back. "You know, Miss Edda, our classes are fierce rivals."
"Oh?" I said. "Well, then, it's nice to see rivals getting along. And who is this little guy?" I bent down to pet the puppy.
"Oh, don't do that," said Sigyn. The puppy jumped up and bit down hard on my extended fingers. Luckily for me, the puppy jumped before I had gotten too close, but his tooth cracked my fingernail.
"Oh, ouch!" I exclaimed and wiped away the blood.
"Phew, You were lucky," said Mr. Surter.
"Yeah, Fenrir is not very nice," said Sigyn. "Here." She took my hand, muttered an incantation, and smiled. "There you go."
I looked at my healed finger. "Thank you," I started to say when screams came from the lunch line. We all turned our attention to the dragon. Now, the appearance of a dragon, or any big nasty creature, is not a surprise. But what was surprising about the appearance of this particular dragon was that it hadn't been there before. The dragon was black and had gathered a pile of food on one table and was coiled around it, breathing fire at passers by.
Thor stood up on what I can best describe as the "Aesir bro" table and raised his hammer Mjolnir. The bros howled in anticipation of a Thor smackdown.
At another table, a tall, skinny blonde man stood up brandishing a large antler. "Stand down, Thor! I will finish the dragon swiftly and cleanly! We'd hate to have dragon blood and guts splattered all about our Great Hall!" he announced. The cafeteria laughed.
Mr. Surter leaned in. "That's Frey, the class rep for the Vanir. He's never forgiven the Aesir for claiming his sister in the war."
"What?" I asked.
"Before you arrived," said Mr. Surter, "the Aesir and Vanir class declared war on each other." This information was jarring. I had just met my class, and I was quite fond of them. I didn't want to imagine any of them at war, which is ridiculous, because they all carried weapons, but what can I say? I always thought the best of people. "It was very nasty," said Mr. Surter. "A Vanir goddess, Heider, got stabbed three times at lunch while sitting at the Aesir table. Total chaos broke out. We had to usher all the other classes from Valhalla so the students could settle the dispute."
I felt sick. "Settle the dispute? You mean, you just...?"
"Miss Edda," Mr. Surter said sternly. "We are but people, and they are gods. Our power is severely limited in such cases." I gulped. We looked back at the dragon, where it appeared a man was preparing to make assault.
Mr. Snorri stood beside Heimdall. Heimdall raised his Gjallarhorn to his lips and announced, "LUNCH IS OVER! ALL EVACUATE!"
"Ohhhh, come on!" Mrs. Smith shouted. Mr. Surter hooked his arm through hers and dragged her out with the rest of us.
"So what's going to happen?" I asked.
"The students will take care of it," Mr. Surter said calmly.
We gathered in the hallway. Some students and teachers, such as Mr. Ryans and the elves, returned to their floors. Mrs. Smith however, kept cracking the door to Valhalla open and sticking her head in. "GET HIM SIGURD!" she yelled.
"Come on, Mrs. Smith," said Snorri.
Thor stood near me. "You're not fighting the dragon?" I asked, surprised.
"No, fighting dragons is a human job!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed proudly.
"Alright, teachers," said Mr. Snorri. "Follow me."
The phrase "teachers, follow me," was a very familiar one for me. Debriefing on our student shenanigans were necessary at least once a day at Olympus. We followed solemnly to Snorri's office. I sat down between Surter and Smith.
"I want us all to be on the same page about what happened today," said Snorri. "By the end of this battle, I imagine, at least two of our students will be dead."
Mrs. Smith gasped. "Not Sigurd!"
"Well, that is yet to be seen," said Snorri, "But I am referring today to another student, Oter. There's no easy way to say this. This morning, Oter was slain." Mr. Pewter gasped and hung his head solemnly.
"We are investigating the circumstances of the death," said Snorri. "But it involved Loki." The group sighed. "Like I said, we're still investigating the exact circumstances. Odin was with him, and we know Odin to be a pretty trustworthy source. Anyways, there was a cursed ring that caused Fafnir's transformation. We must know where this ring is if we are to, maybe not avoid, because that's impossible, but at least not be blindsided by an incident if it were to happen again."
"Better ask Loki," said Mr. Pewter bitterly.
"Well, you know how that goes," said Snorri. "All I'm asking from you is to be vigilant and keep your ears peeled. We might not be able to prevent the things that happen here, but we can at least be prepared."
Snorri dismissed us back to our classes. I kept pace with Mr. Surter as I went, and when I thought we were sufficiently separated from others, I said, "So is Loki as bad as they all say?"
"Well," said Surter, "He has his good and bad qualities, as do many of our students. At any rate, I doubt he's as bad as what you dealt with back at your old school. But he's probably not to be trusted."
"Gotcha," I said. "It's strange to me that Sigyn would choose someone like him. I mean, I've only known them for half a day, and Baldur seems much more her type."
Surter laughed. "Opposites attract, even in the land of myth. So, what are you covering in class today?"
"Well," I said, "from what I've seen, I think I ought to address their drinking."
"Ha!" Surter exclaimed. "Good luck, Rookie!"
He turned down the Jotunheim hallway, and I continued ascending the stairs.
The Aesir class reassembled in our classroom.
"Alright, everyone," I said, "I want to talk about alcohol."
"YEAHHHHHHH!" the class cheered.
I waited for the cheers to die down. "So, you are obviously all heavy drinkers and have very good control over your drunkenness. I'm sure you've also noticed that this is not the same for humans."
"Principal Snorri passed out after accidentally taking a sip from the Mead Goat," Sigyn said. "It was hilarious!"
The class laughed in agreement. I nodded. "Funny, perhaps, considering Principal Snorri survived. Did you know that overconsumption of alcohol can literally kill people?"
The class gasped and murmured.
"But...But...your booze...it's so weak!" Thor exclaimed.
"It's like juice!" Freya agreed.
"Well, we're not gods," I said. "This is why we have so many laws about drinking and alcohol sales. For instance, alcohol is not allowed at human schools."
"Woahhh..." they said.
"Countries even set a drinking age," I continued, "and before that age, no place can sell you alcohol. You aren't allowed by law to drink it."
"BUT WHAT DO THEY DRINK?" Thor burst.
"Water. Juice. Pop. Anything else," I said. "There are even people who purposely abstain from alcohol for personal or religious reasons."
"That sounds awful," said Tyr. Tyr was another blonde-haired god who seemed to be very popular. He introduced himself as a god of war and justice, but his demeanor so far seemed to be very even-tempered. I was keeping on guard with him though for mood swings, of which my old students Ares and Athena were especially prone.
"Well, I would agree with you," I said with a wink. "But unfortunately, there are people who have alcohol addiction. Their drinking interferes with their daily life, so they must learn to abstain through a process called rehab."
The class shuddered at the thought. I continued the lesson describing how alcohol affects the human body and the various restrictions, legal and social, that humans have placed on alcohol. Soon, the school portion of the day was over, and it was time for me to go home.
"Thank you all for a wonderful day!" I said sincerely.
"Thank you Miss Edda!" said Frigga. "Today was fascinating!"
"Do let me know if there's anything special you'd like me to cover," said Miss Edda. "But, in the meantime, I hope I'm not too bold if I assign some homework?" The class groaned. "But what if I told you this homework involved drinking?"
"YAY!"
"I thought so. Have any of you been to a human bar?" I asked.
A few hands went up. "We tried it when we got here, but we didn't stay, because the booze was bad...sorry..." said Sif.
"Understandable," I said. "Well, I'd like you all to return to a human drinking establishment this weekend. I want you to observe how the humans interact with alcohol. Be ready to report out your findings on Monday."
The class received the assignment well. With a final farewell, I took my leave of Asgard High School for the day.