“ what hideous sin have you committed lately? ” ( Lorelei )
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Narvi, long dead son of the Norse God Loki, some would say. Long since brought back to life, or maybe never having died in the first place, walked up toward the woman. Dropping slightly at the hip to one side, his head falling loosely to one side. Just over a portion of his body there were scars, littered with golden stitching, glowing just under his clothing, the old wounds just barely escaping the nape of his shirt collar, barely. The now adult god stuck out his tongue slightly, closing his eyes. His hands rising into to the air, fingers pointing down toward the ground. Quite dorkily he waved them loosely on his wrists “Oh I’ve committed oh so much sin. One being escaping Hel’s grasp.” He muttered pulling his head back up and glancing to one side, up a moment then back to the mortal woman, a smirk spreading over his lips “Why do you ask?”