The doors swung wide, and the gods entered. Odin, draped in his blue mantle; Thor, still smelling of ozone and goats; and Loki, with a smile as sharp as a jagged reef.
The gods raised their horns. For a moment, there was peace in the depths, while above, the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, singing the song of the giant who ruled the drownings and the dreams of men. Г„gir
He had promised Odin a feast that would be remembered until the breaking of the world, but he had a problem. He possessed no cauldron large enough to brew ale for all the gods of Asgard. The doors swung wide, and the gods entered