“Loki. God of mischief. Guide of fishermen.” She blinked as the firmness of his touch registered, a smirk following it. She took up the net and idly inspected it, fingernails following the woven grooves of the fiber. It would smell salty by the time it was done.
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Date: 2019-05-06 09:18 pm (UTC)