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Slyvie rushed through the halls of Asgard with her hand entangled in her twin’s. Today, the goddesses of mischief were living up to their name. She pulled her twin into an alcove and shushed her furiously. As the elder twin, she was often the mastermind of their japes and their older brother often the target. “Be quiet! Or he’ll hear us!” She told her twin firmly, trying to suppress her own laughter. They both had a handful of Thor’s clothes in their arms. Their brother had been training long and hard today and gone to the baths to relax, only for the twins to steal his clothes and replace them with the dress he’d teased Loki for three nights prior. “Do you think he put the dress on or whether he’ll come stomping through the halls in just a towel?” She asked as she listened for Thor.














