Muspelheim

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  • Dedicated to Wizard of Oz
                                    

'Loki,' she moaned, 'I'm melting.'

He gave a long suffering sigh, and turned to her. He made another gesture, and then a cool breeze was being wafted gently at her.

'Thanks.'

'You are welcome.'

'What are we here for?'

'The Phoenix's tail feather.'

'Do you know the Phoenix?'

'Yes. There can only be one at a time, so she is well known.'

And the Phoenix appeared to be a great friend of Loki. They spent a good hour, just talking, and Savannah tried (unsuccessfully) to quell the rising jealousy she felt of the majestic beast.

And majestic she was. A magnificent bird of prey, with wings of flame. Noble, elegant, dazzling and beautiful.

Eventually, to Savannah's relief, they got the feather, and left.

After teleporting to Svartalfheim, Savannah swayed, and then fainted in Loki's arms.

Again.

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