And now I’m imagining a thousand years ago, some women around a fire, and one of them’s all “And then Loki and Angrboða had another baby, and this one was a massive snake.”



And the second is all “UGH, HILDA, NO. That sounds ridiculous. Loki would never cheat on Sigyn.”

And Hilda’s all “Whatever, Ingrid: no concrit! Don’t like, don’t read! But you write Loki completely OOC, he doesn’t care about Sigyn at all! She’s so boring anyway. He’s a trickster. He’s way too busy having sex to give a shit about her.”

“NO WAY HE LOVES HER.”



“If you keep going on about your OTP I’m going to make him fuck a horse next time. And he’ll be the one having the babies!”



And Ingrid stomps off to write about Loki and Sigyn having beautiful, meaningful sex where they stare lovingly at each other.

And then a third woman is all, “Hilda all your fic is about Loki’s dick. Why don’t you write about women occasionally??”

And Hilda is like, “Ugh, Brigida, write your own.”

And then Brigida is all, “FINE, I WILL. AND I’M GIVING HEIMDALL NINE MOMS.”