Loki & Angrboda: Hail to the Queen

Loki is a young man – no - a young God, full of power, potency, and damn near anything he wants is his, except Angrboda, Queen of the Iron Wood.



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Angrboda is a queen. She doesn’t act like a typical queen - not one for gossip or ladies in waiting - but only a fool would address her as anything less. Loki watches her from afar, for now. He’s a young man –no- a young God, full of power, potency, and damn near anything He wants is His, except her. All of Jotunheim is in awe of his new kinship with Odin, Lord of the Aesir. Angrboda, Queen of the Iron Wood knows of him now, although she hasn’t put his name with his face. Yet. Even before his adventures with Odin and the Aesir, he watched her, and she gave him a smile that said perhaps one day. His gaze asked for more, perhaps more than he ought to ask for, but Loki couldn’t see a good reason not to ask for what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Naming his desires served him well.



Angrboda knew he wanted her. “You’re a pretty pup,” she once said.



Well, he’s not such a pup now. Humans on Midgard know his name, and soon, so would the rest of the Nine Worlds, for such is Loki’s ambition.