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Emerging from the mystic gateway after four minutes of trying to get it to work, all men stood on the walkway branch of Yggdrasil. Heretofore, they've been experiencing a miniscule amount of doubts at how they'll even accomplish anything now that there were only so few of them while also wondering how odds of the others accomplishing anything on their end as well. The fight earlier was still going on in everyone's heads, especially Roar and Rudolf. They've both known Stig long enough to know how confrontational and defensive he tends to be time after time and he's never been one to let anyone boss him around and make him think differently.
Stig, meanwhile, was still spitting up red fur out of his mouth, trying to get the nasty and foul taste of Ming's butt out of his mouth because it was making him feel like he wanted to upchuck.
"Great, now my mouth tastes like ass." He hissed, furiously wiping his lips.
"You need to chill." Roar reminded him. "Things are already frustrating enough."
"I need to agree." That's when Jin stepped in to face the goth, eye-to-eye. "I will say that on behalf of my wife, I'm sorry for how judgmental and opinionated she gets sometimes, but all things considered, maybe you should try to be less rude and stubborn about it."
"Yeah." Tom agreed. "You shouldn't stoop to their level. It only makes you no different than them."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Jin, giving him the stink-eye. "You raise a good point, but don't imply that my wife is a bully."
"Look, we worked our asses off to go save her and your daughters from those maniacs." Tom defended a bit too quickly. "I mean, sure, things only went from bad to worse, but regardless of the circumstances, we all made an effort to help them out and we still made it out alive. I just think that maybe she should've been a little more grateful about it."
"Not t' mention she was the reason she and her daughter were captured in the first place." Mímir responded, who was tied around Stig's waist.
"Well, I suppose you're right." Jin sighed and nodded.
"Still getting used to that." Adam mumbled as he shook his head at the talking severed head with them.
"But ah have to say so mahself that we should work on approachin' it more gently." Mímir explained.
"I won't lie, my wife can be impulsive, snide, haughty, tough to please and essentially her own worst enemy, but she came all this way over here for a reason. She's really trying to make things right. Times have been tough for her since the SkyDome thing, trying to raise a staggering amount of cash to pay for the damages and facing backlash from everyone."
"Karmic justice." Stig remarked flatly.
"Look at me, please." Jin made the boy look at him. "You have a right to be angry with her and I'm sorry for what happened with your brother. Believe it or not, she feels really bad about it. She's been having nightmares of that day, nightmares of Kris being hurt because of her and it only pains her even more. I don't blame you. Her being here to help out at all isn't enough. But what I'm trying to say is, try to at least give her a chance."
"But you gotta admit, that corkscrew move was nuts if I do say so myself." Rudolf commented dumbly.
"RUDOLF!" Everyone shouted at him.
"We're having a moment!" Charlie chided harshly.
"I'm just saying…." He shrugged.
"Nuts, you say? I think of something more nuts than that." chirped a strange voice from somewhere near them.
It sent them all in alert mode, jerking their heads in all directions to see where it came from. Nothing yet. The voice was small, but loud. It had to have been from a person, but there was nobody else there on the branch but them.
"Who said that?" asked Roar, bemused.
"If you want my advice, perhaps you wouldn't stand around on any of my precious branches for so damn long."
"Oh, bollocks." grumbled Mímir, who already knows the source of that particular voice.
The rest of them, however, were still left in the dark about the disembodied voice's true identity. Being a protective survivalist at heart, Adam reaches for the sheath strapped to his left leg and whips out his hunting knife, ready for anything.
"Adam gets shit done."
"How the hell did he get that through customs?" cried Tom, shocked to see he had brought deadly weapons along with him on this trip.
"You'd be surprised, brother." Charlie shrugged knowingly at him. "He also brought a 44. Magnum with him, but he left it in the rental."
"Are you kidding me?" gasped Jin with disbelief.
"You be careful with that, my dear friend. One could hurt themselves with that thing if they're not careful." The voice warned the armed and dangerous ex-soldier.
"I'm always careful, motherfucker." Adam growled, not lowering his weapon. "Now show your face and maybe I won't pin-cushion your ass. I mean it."
"Oh, fine. If you insist."
With that said, what came next was the sound of branches rustling, the pitter-patter of tiny feet on wood.
Keeping a sharp look around their surroundings, they all waited patiently, but cautiously for the mysterious specter of a stranger to make himself known to them. They waited and there was nobody around on this giant branch for them to see. No other humans, gods or giants to be seen anywhere.
But instead, a squirrel appeared on a smaller branch high above where the group stood as it scurried, hopped and climbed from branch to branch down to where they were.
Only it was no other squirrel that you would find in the real world, but rather in a cartoon. And it was abnormally just a smidge larger than any normal squirrel, reaching to about the size of a pug. It had brownish-orange-colored fur with anthropomorphic characteristics and qualities with a humanoid face and it was wearing clothes of its own and pauldrons.
Nobody had a clue as to how to react seeing a large squirrel dressed like a person.
"Well, if it isn't the ones looking for young Bengtsson, I presume." It said with a masculine voice while climbing down to meet the humans. "After your little petty squabble, I was about ready to think you were about to call it quits. And boy, as plain as the nose on my face, I was so wrong-HEY!"
The talking squirrel jumped out of the way when Adam threw his knife at him, which embedded itself into the branch the animal was on.
"Adam, wait!" Charlie yanked him back to chill him out.
"Don't hurt the poor guy!" Jin urged.
"Wow, now that's new!" Rudolf marveled with wonder at actually seeing a talking animal. "Abby will freak when she hears about this."
"How dare you, sir!" The squirrel snapped at the man trying to kill him out of panic. "What manners you got, pal! Trying to assassinate the caretaker of the World Tree! Who will be able to look after the Tree of Life after I'm gone?"
"We're sorry about….Mr…..talking squirrel, sir." apologized Jin.
"Talking red pandas, now talking squirrels?!" Adam shrieked. "Could this day get any better?!"
"What is reality…?" Stig muttered to himself.
"Oh, Ratatoskr, ye little chitterin' git!" Mímir spat, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that, Mímir." spoke Ratatoskr, the Squirrel Guardian and Caregiver of the World Tree of Yggdrasil and the Messenger of both Nidhogg and the Eagles of Asgard. "I'm not one to pass down a little company, though mind you, I'd rather they weren't getting their infantile footwear printing up my branches. Yggdrasil hates it when its high-quality wood gets defaced in such an unpleasant manner."
"Your branches?" asked Roar right before Ratatoskr jumped in his arms.
"Yes, Yggdrasil is, in fact, my tree as you can see and as such, it's my sworn duty to protect it at all costs." He explained with a little bit of brag. "To be distinctly upfront, I share a very close and personal connection with the World Tree itself to an extent where I can practically hear its thoughts and feelings."
"Jus' because ye live in the tree, don't make it yers, ye wee lout!"
"Now let's not-" Ratatoskr was interrupted when Rudolf grabbed him and held him up to look at him with fascination, much to the critter's dismay. "Hey, put me down!"
"Awesome! An actual cartoon character! And I thought they only existed in movies."
"Unhand me, you grub!" The squirrel roared, flailing his arms around until Rudolf finally let him go.
"Look, buddy, we don't really have time for this." Adam groaned. "We're kinda on a little mission here."
"Yeah, we're on our way to-" Jin was about to say.
"I know, I know." Ratatoskr cut him off. "Off to the land of the dwarves, I presume. I'd wager you bunch are looking to free young Kris from his undead prison."
"And how would you know that?" asked Jin, suspiciously. "Have you been spying on us?"
"I have a certain way of knowing things right as they happen." explained Ratatoskr, shrugged. "Yggdrasil whispers, I listen intently and tentatively with all ears."
He hopped onto another high branch to press an ear against the bark as if to listen for a sound or even a voice.
"Isn't that right, my friend, hmm?" He asked curiously…..but received no such answer, at least not one that befell human ears. "He's reserved. You can tell."
Then he jumped down and landed on Jin's head.
"Any-a'-doozle, what say you I join you on this gallant quest of yours?"
"Excuse me?" Stig scoffed when the gibbering squirrel landed on the one side of the Yggdrasil branch to reach their level.
"I make good company and I'm a decent conversationalist." Ratatoskr said, trying to plead his case.
"All ye'd do is bore us t' death." retorted Mímir with a steely gaze.
"Come on, please?" The squirrel begged. "I don't get out much and you folks seem like nice people and besides, I'm bored at hell, jumping from branch to branch on this giant tree."
"Yeah, guys. Look, he's cute." Rudolf said, now suddenly eager to have him along.
"And annoying." jeered Stig.
"And I took that personally, sir." Ratatoskr snorted thinly.
"Oh, alright, fine. You can come with us." Jin sighed, to which the animal jumped onto his shoulder with glee. "But only if you're going to help us out."
"So be it, my good man. You won't regret it." swore Ratatoskr.
"Too late for that." Stig deadpanned.
"Off to Svartalfheim and off to adventure!" Ratatoskr cried cheerfully and excitedly.
Yeah, this was definitely going to be a bumpy ride for them. Reluctantly with the annoying talking squirrel by their side, the group continued forth on their journey. No doubt they will certainly regret letting him come along with them, but it didn't hurt to have a new member of the so-called team. Passing through the portal, they had finally arrived.
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Svartalfheim (Old Norse: Svartálfaheimr / Nordic: ᛊᚢᚨᚱᛏᚨᛚᚠᚺᛖᛁᛗ):
(HOME of the DARK ELVES...and the DWARVES)
The general section of the land they had stepped in was warm, moist and lush with a splash of vibrant and attractive color. Very bright and gave a near tropical vibe to it all around like a Venezuelan jungle. And it was bright and sunny with a few clouds forming in the deep blue sky, all of it through and through juxtaposing the cold, icy and bitter respect of Midgard since it was the middle of winter, but here, it was like the middle of summer, like they had stepped into a new season or had gone back to a prehistoric age.
The tall and healthy trees around every corner and the mountains way off in the distance, this really didn't feel like the home for a species called the 'dark elves', unless there was a completely different reason they were called that. Henceforward, the group and their….little friend were inside of a magnificent rainforest-like woodland with ropes and a few wooden-constructed treehouses up high in the towering and thick tree branches up above their heads that closely resembled yurts. If one puts two and two together, this would most positively be dark elf territory they were venturing in. But so far, no such dark elves to be seen.
Though, none of the humans in the group had any clue as to what a dark elf even looks like to begin with.
"So ye say that Björn spared yoo?" asked Mímir with surprise.
"Yes, he did." Stig admitted.
"Bless the beard o' Odin, lad, no one's ever been spare'd by the great Bear-King before. Rememberin' ye can understand animals, did he say anythin' t' ye?"
"Yes."
"You can understand animals?" asked Tom, now curious. "How is that even possible?"
"Dunno. I just do." shrugged the dark-haired boy. "Somehow, I'm able to hear coherent words whenever animals make sounds. It's really hard to explain."
"So….what did the bear say?" asked Jin.
"I think he said 'I know you. I remember you'." explained Stig, trying to understand what it means since he is still flummoxed by the words' meaning.
"What does that even mean?" asked Adam.
"I wish I knew. Although, his voice. It sounded….familiar." Stig beheld a thousand-yard stare painted across his features.
"Hmm, all this bear gab is quite captivating, but I feel the impulse to remind you all that we're in dark elf territory, yes." Ratatoskr spoke up in that voice everyone was already getting used to by now.
"Indeed you are."
Everyone froze when they all looked to the left in the direction of the new voice to see none other than Týr stepping out from behind the trees a centimeter from where they were, taking them all by surprise seeing the God of War there in the realm with them.
"Týr?" Roar asked.
"Forgive me, but Heimdall informed me you'd be heading into Svartalfheim." The God of War explained plainly as he walked the trail with them following behind. "So I figured I came to offer some assistance since you will run into some complications."
"Say what?" Charlie peeped with worry.
"Nobody told you that there's a civil rivalry going on between the dark elves and the dwarves?" asked Týr, which brought a wave of shock amongst them all, but then he noticed that there were few of them now. "Where's the rest of you, if I may?"
"We sort of ran into a bit o' a disagreement earlier back on Midgard." Mímir spoke on. "We're here lookin' fer the dwarves."
"And my wife, daughter and the rest are in….uh….." Jin couldn't remember the word.
"Alfheim." Stig spoke up for him.
"Elf-heim looking for the light elves."
"Then they'll probably have much better luck." Týr replied. "The light elves are quite lenient in some regard and they don't usually resort to violence right off the bat. As for their relatives, the dark elves…..well, they can be a bit rambunctious and confrontational."
"Aye, an' they're not too overly fond of ootsiders." added Mímir. "An' them and the dwarves of Niðavellir have been at it fer a long time. There have been many disputes and scuffles between the two co-existin' races."
"Well, I have to say I'm quite popular in Svartalfheim myself. So you need not any worries." Ratatoskr spoke confidently.
"And I see you've brought the rat with you." groaned Týr with a big eye-roll.
"Rat-atoskr! Mind your tongue!" barked the squirrel with a glare.
"Mind yours." The inches-taller God of War shot back. "It's prattle like yours that causes trouble for everyone. Spitting nonsense and creating reverberations between the eagles of Asgard and the root-gnawing wyrm below."
"Still stuffy about that, God of War? Come on, that was millennia ago. These are brand new, uplifting times." Ratatoskr continued putting up his little innocent act. "I mean, there was hardly any lasting conflict on either side anyway. The wyrm nonetheless enjoyed my company. Poor bastard looks lonely predominantly."
"What worm?" asked Rudolf. "They have those here too?"
"I'd rather you didn't know." Týr responded gravely.
"Like a Deathwyrm?" The Inuit boy continued with that same enthusiasm. "Burrowers from underground with thousand rows of sharp, rotating teeth and have a taste for human flesh and bones?"
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"...more or less." That was the God of War's only answer to that puzzling question before they all fell silent when they heard something far off from where their position was.
There was the faint sound of voices.
Two voices.
Curious, but still with their guard up since they don't know if it was a threat or not, the group carefully eased themselves toward the source of the sound through the thick trees and peering over a hill and the further they got, the more coherent and concrete it became. A conversation between two people, who were most likely not people at all. Týr ordered them all to the ground and to carefully crawl across the ground until they rested on top of a large incline overlooking a clearing where one lonesome treehouse was resting all by itself.
The residents of this particular treehouse were outside harvesting some crops. Two dark elves. Both with sickly pale alabaster skin, grotesque-looking facial structures, ebony black sclera and white pupils and long, pointy ears.
One of them was shirtless with tribal runic tattoos on his bare upper torso, was of an average height with dark gray hair that was long and fashioned into a multitude of thick, round buns that hung down from the back of his head. He wore baggy pants made from bear pelt, held up with belts, covered with other animal skins strapped together and furry wool boots.
The other was taller with long black hair done up with a series of thick dreadlocks stretching down until they were level with his ankles and tied together with ropes, making them look like wire cables sticking out of his head. For his attire; a pale wool tunic of a pale and faded gold-brown color, leather skirts around his waist, golden rings around it as well in lieu of a belt or two, black wool pants and was barefoot.
The taller one was on his knees tending to the crops and picking the vegetables from them while the other was holding out a wicker basket for his brother to put them in.
However, he snuck one of them out of the basket and took a big bite out of it, then spat it back out.
"Dammit! I knew these weren't ripe!" He complained.
Then the tall guy groaned in annoyance before returning to his feet to confront his brother.
"For fuck's sake, Thrum." He snarled, snatching the basket away. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times to keep out of the pickings! We're supposed to be saving these!"
"I dunno what you mean." The small elf shrugged innocently, tossing the vegetable he bit into on the ground. "It was grown like that. Maybe you didn't water them enough."
"Grrr!" The tall one threw the basket down in anger. "You always do this! I can't trust you to keep your mouth off of the pickings! First you scare off that Midgardian kid and now this!"
'Wait, what?' Stig asked in his mind. Could they be referring to Kris?
"Unfortunately, I recognize those two." Týr said in a hushed voice. "They're harvesting crops for the dwarves as punishment."
"For what?" asked Jin.
"I honestly don't remember." The God of War shrugged.
The two elves were still going at it like a couple of high school teens after a prank gone wrong that has landed them in detention. And as they watched their little childish quarrel go on like this, they didn't quite seem all that dangerous as the rest of their wild and disorderly kind had implied to have been.
From their perspective, it was like watching a comedy duo performing a stage act.
"Oh, sure. Blame it all on me. It's all the little guy's fault. How original." The shorter elf snapped back, rolling his eyes. "Go ahead and blame the mead thing on me, too, why don't ya?"
"Oh, you are impossible!"
"I'm the most possible there has ever been!"
Having decided that this spectacle had gone on long enough, Ratatsokr decided it was time to take matters into his own hands.
"Alright, gents. Allow me." He was about to head over to the two squabbling dark elves when he was suddenly grabbed by a worried and frightened Jin.
"Just a minute there." Jin said firmly. "What do you think you're doing? You might aggravate them into attacking us!"
"Ye of little faith. Relax, okay? I'll just go over there and ask them for help." The squirrel explained. "Like I said, I'm quite popular around here."
Wiggling his way out of Jin's fingers with no problem at all, he scampered off while the others watched with annoyed befuddlement. Stig, on the other hand, chortled with a smug smile.
"This I gotta see."
With a bit too much bold confidence, Ratatoskr scurried along the ground until he reached the field and didn't stop until he made it right below the feet of the two dark elves, who were still arguing away without noticing anything else around them, totally blind to their surroundings. Until Ratatoskr cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Greetings, gentlemen. I understand that the two of you are busy at the moment, but my-"
"RAT!"
The dark elves screamed like little girls when they saw him as if actually seeing a rat in their personal garden, causing the squirrel to jump with fright as the duo started attacking him with their gardening tools to try and exterminate the pest, Ratatoskr having to hop out of the way of each strike everything they try to hit him.
The utter lack of shock at the scene unfolding was expectantly placed on the onlookers' faces.
"Wow." Was all Stig could say.
"I am not a rat, you idiots! It's just part of my name!" Ratatoskr screamed as they kept trying to terminate him by whacking at him with the tools.
One instance, Ratatoskr stood on top of the taller elf's head in his desperate panic attempt to avoid any more swings of their makeshift weapons. The smaller elf had a plan that may or may not work out.
"Bro, shh! Don't move!" He shushed the taller one, trying to be sneaky as he crept over to him, who had his back turned, unaware of the smaller guy's intentions.
"Why?"
WHACK!
Ratatoskr saw it coming a mile away.
He quickly zipped off the taller elf's head just as the smaller elf raised the shoveling tool in his hands high above his head and swung it right down with blinding speed to swat the squirrel.
But since Ratatoskr had already zipped out of the way at the last minute, the taller one was unlucky enough to endure the blow instead, falling straight to the ground as a result from being haphazardly struck.
"Svir!" The smaller one gasped, rushing for his aid.
Having had enough, Ratatoskr ran for cover, back over to the hiding group who were unsurprised by his lax progress.
"Wow, you must be very popular indeed." said Adam sarcastically.
"Alright, enough of this."
Before anyone could stop him, Stig left the group, really wanting to get his train moving as soon as possible and all these shenanigans were getting them all nowhere fast. The dark elves before them already proved to be even less of a threat as they obviously appeared to be as humanly simple-minded at best. The smaller elf was still trying to bring the taller elf around after accidentally knocking him out.
"Come one, Svir, wake up. Speak to me. Say something. Anything!"
"A blockbuster." moaned the taller one, regaining his consciousness. "Is the sky falling?"
"Uh, yeah. It was a big rock." lied the little guy. "They fall hard this time of year."
"If I die,...beat yourself up for me."
"Hello." Stig appeared before them.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The two screamed in terror when they saw him. Both back to their feet in no time and faces both horror-stuck when Stig stood there expressionless by their overreaction. Apparently, because of Stig's gothic makeup, they must mistake him for one of the Einherjar sent by Odin to check up on them.
"No, no, we can explain ourselves, sir." The tall elf nervously smiled. "These crops are fine the way they are, but it's not unlikely that we run into a few mishaps along the way."
"I only ate one of them. That's all. I promise." admitted the smaller elf.
"Oh, now you admit you've been eating the pickings?!"
"Excuse me!" Stig interrupted impatiently. "You guys were just talking about a Midgardian kid, yes?"
"Wait, you don't work for Odin?" asked the smaller guy.
"No, but he's sent us here-"
"Please don't tell him about this! He'll extend our sentence to another year!"
"I don't care about your stupid crops, okay?!" Stig yelled.
"Boys!"
The new voice silenced them all and they all turned to see Týr approaching them, along with the others after deciding it was okay to come closer to them, since they were far from a dangerous threat. The two elves easily recognized the God of War.
"Great mighty Týr, to whom do we owe the pleasure!" The taller elf.
"If it's any consolation to the both of you, we could use an extra hand." explained Týr sternly.
"I know you do, of course." The smaller elf jeered and snorted with a throaty laugh, pointing at Týr's stump. The taller elf whacked at his head for saying that.
"Shut up, Thrum!"
However, Adam was getting tired of this nonsense before marching over between the two dark elves, gripping both their long ears tightly in his fists and yanking on them hard.
"Can we start with your names, fellas?" asked Charlie. "Just so we don't call you 'elf 1' and 'elf 2' the entire time?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes. I'm Svártlábjægguir and that's my brother, Þrumðivǫllr or rather, Svir and Thrum. Thrum, Svir. Honored to make y'all's acquaintance as it were." The taller elf, Svir, introduced themselves to them, wincing from the pain of his ear getting pulled.
"Nice to meet you." The little guy known as Thrum said. "Honored, indeed, I am. Enriched, enraptured, enthralled, enlightened, en-Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…..!"
"That's enough!" Adam shuts them both up by pulling their ears harder.
"Now, again, you both saw a Midgardian boy." Týr said with a sigh, looking them both in the eye. "Do you remember what he looked like?"
"Uh….dunno." Thrum winced.
"He had fair skin!" Svir blurted out. "He had these long chestnut brown locks and this weird choice of clothes."
"Okay, yes! His shirt was black with a symbol of Mjölnir on it! We figured he must've been a disciple of Thor or something! We didn't do anything to him! Cross my heart!"
"Well, that's good. Because we're here to bust him out of Helheim." Roar said.
"Quite rig-What?! Helheim?!" Svir screamed with shock. "Have you all got a death wish?! If he's in there, then he's already-!"
"His soul was separated from his body. And his soul wandered into Helheim. Not sure when, though. But we're getting him out of there." Stig replied, not shaking from his determination.
"And since you guys brought him up, we could use your help." Jin said.
"Um, cool! Cool, cool, cool, cool! Very cool! Very cool! Where do we start?" asked Thrum.
"We're going to Niðavellir to see the dwarves." replied Stig.
"W-Wait, what?" Svir's face fell when he heard that. "Well, look, we'd gladly do that, except…we're dark elves."
"Yeah, and the dwarves hate us!" Thrum agreed. "The dwarves and the dark elves have been longtime rivals since for as long as we can't remember."
"But you've been harvesting crops and running errands for them, have you not?" Týr asked them.
"Oh, yes, we have."
"Well, how convenient." Ratatoskr commented blankly. "Two dark elves leading us into the city of dwarves. Sounds like a piece of cake."
"But, wait. You guys already said the dark elves and the dwarves hate each other." Tom said directly to Týr. "If that's the case, why can't you just take us there?"
"It's been years and years since I've set foot into Niðavellir. I don't even remember any of its passages inside or outside. And the dwarves are not the most welcoming of races, let alone to the Æsir of all people."
"Maybe just ask them nicely?" suggested Rudolf.
"Or we can." Svir chirped. "...but we have until the next waxing moon to have these crops to the dwarves. Can we wait until then?"
Angrily, Adam yanked on their ears again and this time, twisted them in order to get them to comply and cooperate.
"To the boats!" Svir and Thrum declared, both flamboyantly shooting a finger skyward in a cliché superhero pose, making Adam sigh in exasperation.
Jin is trying to defend his wife's case for being here in the first place. Granted, it will take a while for Stig for understand her reasons.
And now we've been introduced to the eccentric messenger squirrel, Ratatoskr! And he's every bit of a Disney wisecracking animal sidekick (like Mushu, Timon and Pumbaa, etc.) can be and he'll sure make good enough company, but I wouldn't trust everything he says. Anything (but not everything) he'll say will be an exaggeration, a half-truth or just a lie. If we all know our Norse myth, he's infamous for sneaking sly messages back and forth to the lyndwyrm (or dragon), Nidhogg and the two Eagles resting on top of Yggdrasil.
Once in Svartalfheim, which isn't dark like it is in the MCU, the group received unexpected help from Tyr and a pair of dark elf brothers who are...total idiots. But how are the girls faring well on their side of the adventure?
Stay tuned and find out!
Next Chapter: While the women win over the light elves's trust with a 4*Town dance number by Mei, the men run into some issues regarding a petty rivalry between the dark elves and the dwarves.
Next Update: May 5, 2023