“—and so he donned a dress, nay, an entire ensemble of women’s garments from veil to silk stockings, completely and trustingly prepared to assume Freya’s identity.”

“…Thor’s going to be king of Asgard someday, right?”

“Don’t interrupt. We travelled to Jotunheim to meet Thyrm, where he held court from atop a staircase of ice. Thor was daintily lifting his skirts as he walked, hairy legs bared to the frigid air…”