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Kæru Dagbók,
I am feeling better. Mother managed to break into my room. She somehow cut through the thread and removed it. I was too weak to notice anything, but when I woke up the thread was gone. I can feel the punctures when I lick my lips, and they feel tender and they sting. But at least the thread was finally removed, and I can finally eat. Thor told me I hadn't left my room in almost a week. I hadn't eaten all the while. Mother somehow broke the locking spell I had cast. And when she found me I was faint and sickly. I am better now.
But I refuse to speak. Especially to Father. I've begun to have nightmares of Brokkr sewing my lips together, and I always wake up sweating and sobbing like an idiot. Sometimes I see Father in those nightmares as well, but he does nothing to stop Brokkr. He simply stands and watches, his eye as intense and piercing as Heimdall's. Last night I had a particularly nasty dream, and Thor must have heard me fall off the bed because he stormed into my room right then. He just sat down beside me and wrapped a thick arm around my shoulders. He was kind enough to keep quiet as I bawled. Embarrassing as it was, his presence is a really great comfort.
Thor can be really dumb and annoying sometimes, but I truly am grateful he is my brother.
Vinur þinn,
Loki Odinson