Loki

This one’s for Heimdallr, and the frost giants on the rainbow bridge. BOOK ONE THE ARRIVAL OF LOKI AND THE DAWN OF THE GOLDEN AGEGive a dog a bad name they say, and never was there any dog with a name worse than mine. I am a bad person, I expect. You will begin with your suspicions about me and I don’t expect to convince you otherwise. How could it be otherwise? In a long life, I have committed many crimes, some of them very serious indeed. But then, look at my peers. Which of them MY BIRTHPicture this: the woods, in the depths of winter. Ice grips the twigs and branches of an ancient forest. In the boughs, the squirrels jump and beneath them the deer lightly browse. Aurochs graze and churn the mud. Under their hooves birds hop and hogs grunt and scratch at the iron-hard earth. In the glades and heaths which the woods encompass, eagles soar, horses whinny, curlews call.On this night, this wonderful and magical night, the moon, perhaps, is high and full.