[ All mine. Loki tangles his legs with Chris's, relaxed to a point. After a short period of peaceful silence, he remembers Chris's request from earlier and a low tune starts in his chest as he sings under his breath as much to honour his word as to keep him in bed. ]
Down by the icy river Gjöll, Wander far and to Garm come, Pass her bark and skip her bite, Ten days ride through day and night.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Bring your hunger.
O'er bright plains, 'thru dark woods, Fly past mountains' crystal hoods, There on a hill sits Asgard gold, Home to heroes young and old.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Show your hunger.
Past pillars shining, ceilings yawning, Horns that howl and strings a'soaring, Here we rest in her finest hall, Valhalla is safe and warm.
Fret not, dear heart, Welcome to the storm, Welcome to my table Sate your hunger.
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Down by the icy river Gjöll,
Wander far and to Garm come,
Pass her bark and skip her bite,
Ten days ride through day and night.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Bring your hunger.
O'er bright plains, 'thru dark woods,
Fly past mountains' crystal hoods,
There on a hill sits Asgard gold,
Home to heroes young and old.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Show your hunger.
Past pillars shining, ceilings yawning,
Horns that howl and strings a'soaring,
Here we rest in her finest hall,
Valhalla is safe and warm.
Fret not, dear heart,
Welcome to the storm,
Welcome to my table
Sate your hunger.