[ Norway is hardly forgetful, or so he tries to tell himself. It does not stop him from forgetting. He cannot remember when he first stepped foot on his land, or even much before he discovered his neighbors; he has lost touch with his oldest language. Stories are gone due to a dying oral tradition, and who can recall what used to be said of their old gods?
They create new stories to replace what is lost. It is hardly as warm in his mountains as it is in Denmark's flatland, but the summer this year is insufferable even as night falls. He can hardly stand to remain inside, so he hikes to reach fresh air.
In front of his face shimmer the vapors from the sun as it starts to hide behind the hills. He sighs in a sort of exasperation and steals a saying that Denmark has taken to: ] Loki must be herding goats today.
[ It might be something against reason, but there is hardly a better explanation for this onslaught of heat than Loki's wandering upon the earth. Perhaps an acknowledgement will send him away. ]
no you've ruined everything
They create new stories to replace what is lost. It is hardly as warm in his mountains as it is in Denmark's flatland, but the summer this year is insufferable even as night falls. He can hardly stand to remain inside, so he hikes to reach fresh air.
In front of his face shimmer the vapors from the sun as it starts to hide behind the hills. He sighs in a sort of exasperation and steals a saying that Denmark has taken to: ] Loki must be herding goats today.
[ It might be something against reason, but there is hardly a better explanation for this onslaught of heat than Loki's wandering upon the earth. Perhaps an acknowledgement will send him away. ]