Smultronställe: Literally, "place of wild strawberries;" a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness.
Jory slithers through the cool grass, his tongue flicking from side to side as he wriggles his way through the green blades. He's escaped Modi's attempt at a tea party (and what exactly was the large pink buffoon putting in those cups, Jory really would like to know, but whatever it was didn't look particularly safe or edible; the other, larger blonde pink buffoon seemed to enjoy it, so that pretty much clarified its existence as the most dangerous of poisons).
He looks up as a giant shadow falls across his beady eyes. A horsy face looks down at him. Jory hisses, but his older brother, Sleipnir, just rolls his eyes and snorts back at him before going off to munch at a particularly sweet patch of grass a few meters away. Sleipnir thought his younger siblings were rather odd, short of far too many legs, and Jory just thought that all of his siblings were odd, limbed as they were. As such, Sleipnir did not have much interaction with Modi or Jory, although Modi had once tried to ride him. Sleipnir had protested at this, and Loki accepted the fact that Sleipnir was going through a rebellious phase and kindly took Modi off of Sleipnir's back before the eight-legged horse tried to buck him off.
Jory continued on his way, scenting the air which is heavily laden with the smell of sweet peas ripening. Eventually he pops into a little cool clearing, the veiny undersides of light green leaves shading him from the bright sun overhead. He curls himself around a wooden stick, his tongue flicking at the air as he examines a pea pod and nibbles on the edge of it, tugging and tearing. Bright green ovals spill out, and Jory joyfully dives down after them, burrowing himself into the cool soil as he swallows down his treats.
Idunn finds him a few hours later, curled up and snoozing, his tiny neck a smooth necklace of peas.