Of Golden Thread and Ivory Claws
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This is the lost story and retelling of how a certain ginger deity, within the revered realm of Norse mythology, found his one true love.
This was a woman who would one day be called his wife and become a great symbol of union and fertility. A woman who was once but a simple and minute dweller of Midgard, one who just so happened to be in the right place at the right time...
She was a person of seemingly little importance within the grand world tree of Yggdrasil, but with one small turn of events, involving two full barrels of tavern mead, a spark was struck. And then, with one measly walk through a dying forest, that spark grew and ignited into an unearthly flame of change, making her become more than just a unnoticed speck in the farthest periphriel corner of Heimdall's all-seeing vision.
By how much, will be for you to decide as you delve into this tale of strong-minded young women, misunderstood magical serpents, and cross-dressing third princesses who really couldn't care less about rules and propriety!
What verdict will you make?
(Also, this is my work and solely MY idea. Do NOT steal my story. Thank you.)
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