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[doeswhathewants]

[The Stark phone's feed is jumbled and half obscured by a pale hand with black polished nails, but it can still film the seven, knee-high garden gnomes converging on Serrure, each with an apple in an outstretched hand and plenty of half bitten, crushed apples around him.]

I said no apples. See? Full. Very full. Perhaps if you baked them in a pie or with some brown sugar sauce like that bakery-

[And a well aimed apple is now between Serrure's teeth, he takes a step back and something hits the back of his knees. Losing his balance he falls backwards, landing inside a clear container. The phone shifts just in time for the clear glass lid to come slamming down, sealing the glass coffin.

He spits out the apple.]

What are you- [Banging on the side with a closed fist.] Still alive in here. [But the forest animals have all ran off and the gnomes are busy arranging flowers around the base of the coffin. Serrure looks to the phone, starting to feel a bit fuzzy from the poison apples.]

Ah- help?

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[doeswhathewants]

Uh. I do not think that possible.

[mortemscintilla]

Do they have strict laws against remarriage in your world?

[doeswhathewants]

Odin has sealed himself off in the shining realm with the corpse of his brother.

[mortemscintilla]

...

Legal disputes springing up after his death?

[doeswhathewants]

Aesir do not do legal disputes.

[mortemscintilla]

They just ... club and throttle each other?

[doeswhathewants]

Yes. Now you've got it.

Then they throw a feast and drink to inebriation.

[mortemscintilla]

Are you sure your homeworld isn't a college town?

[doeswhathewants]

I often compare it to a fraternity house.

[mortemscintilla]

Alcohol poisonings, painful initiations and misogyny?

[doeswhathewants]

It is as though you have visited.

[mortemscintilla]

I am a [ fake ] college student.

That sort of stuff is common everywhere.