In search of the missing visitor that was expected to arrive hours ago, Ovahh, on the command of King Loki, set off in hopes of finding them still alive. He was aware that a storm was brewing near the outskirts of Jotunheim, which just so happens to be the path that they were intended to be on.

Typically, blizzards do not pose a threat to one's life, as they pass so rapidly that they can be avoided by quickly seeking shelter. However, today of all days, a massive superstorm was forecast, one that would bring peril and possibly death, as the sudden decrease in baltic temperatures that come with a superstorm creates jagged shards of ice that hail from the sky. And if the frozen icicles that rain down didn't miraculously strike you, the lethal mist that usually came after would instantly freeze the lungs of those who inhaled it directly.

Loki informed Ovahh that Asgard's smaller wheeled carriages were unlikely to endure a lengthy journey in Jotunheim during the winter. Therefore, Ovahh selected a large, multi-passenger carriage outfitted to traverse the rugged terrain of Jotunheim. He anticipated that, should he find them on the outskirts, he'd be giving them a ride back to the palace.

As Ovahh ventured deeper into the wild frost regions and having encountered no difficulty with his finely-engineered, horse-drawn carriage, he laughed at the thought of Asgard's simplistic and rather flimsy transport design.

At first, the thought that the visitors were broken down in the cold, amused him. However, the morbid notion that perhaps they had already perished, soon entered his consciousness and then it became only slightly less humorous... slightly.

"And they think we are the uncivilised, uneducated race," he snorted. "Our engineering far exceeds any other realm." He amused himself with his sour commentary, which provided entertainment while he endured the bitter cold.

He recognised that time was of the essence after seeing the ominous clouds looming, and realising that the terrible storm was approaching fast. Yet, all he could see was white as the snow began to fall heavily. He persevered though, keeping his eyes peeled for any lost travellers.

He abruptly ceased talking to himself when he thought he heard the faint sounds of mouse-like squeaks coming from the distance. He slowed his horses to a stop and listened intently. The noise travelled with the wind again, but this time it sounded more like a bird calling. He peered up into the sky, finding it odd that a bird would take to the skies in such weather. Usually they were the first to alert Jotun's of an impending storm as they typically sought shelter hours before.

The chirp-like warble was now coming from his left, not from above as he had initially thought, and upon looking in that direction, he saw a dark outline struggling to travel in the deep snow.

"A direwolf perhaps?" He pondered while squinting his eyes to discern the mysterious shape.

As he observed it get closer, another delicate trill echoed, but this time it was evident that this was no animal of Jotunheim. He leapt from his carriage and began to trek through the snow, but the loud sound of his footsteps alerted the mysterious figure, who, upon spotting him, began to contort their body in order to appear larger.

Ovahh watched with fascination and merriment as the small form, which had previously sounded like a wounded bird, deepened their typically high-pitched voice in an effort to appear more threatening. He chuckled to himself, as it was now abundantly apparent that this was one of the Asgardian travellers, as not even the smallest of Jotunheim's beasts could appear less menacing. Even with the pointed stick that it now yielded.

While he desired nothing more than to continue staring at the amusing positions this small person was assuming, his instincts compelled him to scan the area for any predators that could have easily traced down this lost bird. Dangerous creatures that can not only pick up the feeble-sounding utterances the figure emanated, but also their enticing aroma that he could detect instantly.

The sweet floral scent floated on the wind, and he knew that this little lost bird was extremely lucky. Because if he could smell its alluring scent, any wild animal could as well, and if the predators had not been aware of an imminent deadly storm, birdy here would have been dragged to a hollowed-out rock and devoured.

When Ovahh saw the indistinct shape fall to their knees, he believed that either death had occurred and he was too late, or that the weaker being was on the verge of departing for Valhalla. He knew that no race other than the inhabitants of Jotunheim could withstand the wintry landscape for an extended period of time, especially without proper Jotun attire. And based on how long the visitors were late, they had been trapped in the severe weather for quite some time.

As Ovahh continued his approach, he was surprised and somewhat relieved to see the cloaked silhouette rise to their feet and resume their laborious trek through the snow.

"He's a fighter." He muttered to himself. Impressed.

Now, as both walked towards one another and the snow flurries began to clear, he was taken aback to discern that it was not a robust male that battles against the Jotun climate, but rather a dainty female, a sweet-smelling delicate bird, that was lost in the severe snow. Now, he was filled with even more admiration for the fighter in front of him.

~

You had been walking for some time and encountered a few challenges on your way to seeking help. And now, the sound of footsteps other than your own captures your attention, posing yet another challenge. You whirled around, terrified that it was another wolf, and thrust out your arm, revealing a pointed stick.

Your previous encounter with a large beast that viewed you as an easy supper did not anticipate your fierce resistance. It saw your small, frail, and sickly-appearing frame and did not believe you could deliver such a powerful blow. But you did, rendering it temporarily stupefied for long enough for you to vanish into the snow. Since then, you've been on high alert for any additional predatory creatures in Jotunheim.

And now, it appeared that you had found another, as the sound of snow crunching beneath each nearing footstep was deafening. It made no attempt to be covert or discreet as it boldly approached you.

You rapidly strive to appear larger than you are by separating your legs and spreading your arms. But when your tactic didn't seem enough to discourage the massive creature ahead of you, you sought to frighten it away by puffing out the hollows of your cheeks and making an intimidating noise. However, regardless of how deep you attempted to make your voice, it always sounded like a dying bird taking its final breaths.

You ultimately failed to appear frightening, as the large form that was pursuing you did not appear to be afraid, but rather drawn to your movements. And at one point, you were pretty sure you heard a low grumble that almost sounded like a chuckle.

As it came near, you quickly realised that this concealed furry animal towered over you much more than the wolf. You inhaled sharply, trailing your eyes up its form while anxiously raising your stick to its highest point, and then began waving it frantically.

"Get back! I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it!" You warn.

The same low, grumbly chuckle has you furrowing your brow in bewilderment. Was it laughing at you? Which animal was capable of belittling its prey in such a mocking manner?

"Are you lost baby bird?"

Your jaw dropped upon hearing the towering creature speak in a deep, yet humorous tone. He took a step closer and slowly removed his hood to reveal crimson eyes that were gazing at you with apparent glee.

"What's a lost birdy doing out in the storms, have you damaged your wings?"

You now realised this so called creature was in fact a Jotun, a rather tall Jotun wearing a fur cloak that disguised him as an animal. And you couldn't be entirely sure if he was serious, but he seemed to believe that you were a flightless bird.

"You do know that I am not a bird, right?"

You felt your face flush with humiliation as he laughed, the same grumbly chuckle that confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had been amused at witnessing your intimidation tactics from earlier.

"Are you sure? The fact that I was able to track down your position based on the birdsongs I assumed originated from you begs to differ."

"Birdsongs? It was a distress call, and it seems to have worked if I got your attention. But if you only offer assistance to injured avians, then I will happily identify as a bird." You assert out of desperation.

He exclaimed with a hearty chukcle, "Then come Birdy, I have been looking for you for some time. I have a carriage waiting to take you to the palace." He turned around and began walking in the opposite direction. You followed, dragging your feet through the snow in eagerness to get to shelter.

"I have guards, they need help too." You declare.

"Not to worry Birdy, we will find them." He reassured.

You quickly approach a huge carriage that was significantly larger than any you've previously encountered. Even the horse to which it was affixed was at least three times larger than any horse breed you have seen. If you weren't extremely cold and anxious to reach Javier and Leon, you would take the time to admire them. But you swiftly jumped into the transport and directed the large blue Jotun to your previous location. You gaze out the window, and attempt to identify any recognisable landmarks.

"There! That tree appears familiar; I believe they are just beyond it!" You yell over the sounds of the howling wind.

"Ah yes, I see their horses in the distance. Such a clever Birdy."

You were uncertain as to whether his customary demeanour in serious situations was nonchalant or whether he was merely being condescending. But you exhaled a relieved breath, "Thank you...um..." You realise you didn't know his name. "What do I call you?"

He looks back to meet your gaze, "I am Ovahh, first general to King Loki, welcome to Jotunheim, Birdy."

You returned a smile to Ovahh, feeling pleased that your first Jotun interaction was pleasant given the circumstances. And because you find being dubbed "Birdy" rather amusing, you accept your new assigned nickname without protest.

~

Leon and Javier took turns leaving the broken carriage's sparse warmth to walk a short distance while calling your name, hoping you would return. However, after an hour, they began to lose hope and their skin began to turn an icy blue.

"I cannot see anything, Leon; the snow is coming down too heavy." Javier's teeth chattered and his body trembled on yet another return trek back to the carriage.

Leon unlocked the door and instructed him to enter. The two men huddled together to conserve heat and were now too exhausted to do much else. However, as their eyelids began to close and sleep began to beckon, Javier heard the faint crunch of footsteps in the snow.

"Do you hear that?" Javier shot up, alert.

No longer able to compose words, Leon simply groaned at the loss of body heat and physical contact. Javier strained his hearing for a minute while in guard mode. However, after a time, he sighed and resumed his huddled position, disregarding his own hearing and attributing the noise to the severe winds that were shaking the carriage.

After a brief moment of closing his eyes, Javier's ears pricked up once more and terror seized his senses. Now it was clear that the sound was not just the howling wind but also the noise of multiple approaching footsteps. Fear and anticipation of who was on the other side of the carriage door accelerated his heart rate, competing with the speed of the strong gusts outside.

The locked door rattled from someone on the other side attempting to get in, and now Javier began shaking Leon awake, petrified that he was about to be devoured by a beast. Leon sensed his panic and promptly opened his eyes; the two men now held each other in a tight embrace as they awaited their demise. 

"It's locked, I can't get in." A faint voice was heard.

Both Leon and Javier exchanged a look of uncertainty; questioning if they had really just heard your voice?

"Allow me Birdy." A deep voice replied back.

Both men inside the compartment let out a piercing scream when the carriage door was opened with such force that it flew off its hinges and was blown away by the wind.

"Oops." Ovahh said with genuine surprise.

You rolled your eyes, "Did you really have to use so much force?"

"The force I exerted was negligible, this is down to shoddy Asgardian engineering!" He felt satisfied with getting his gripe for Asgardian made structures off of his chest.

"You're back!" Javier rose to his feet and leapt to meet your form. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. "I feared you dead!" He exclaimed. 

"I can't die from such a minor blip." You joked.

He drew back to observe you. "Of course not, this situation is merely a setback." He maintained the humour. "You didn't happen to bring back a red apple from your travels, did you?" He smiled.

"Alas, I have nothing red. I did, however, bring something blue." You smile and glance to the side.

Javier's upbeat expression turned grave upon seeing Ovahh who towered higher than the horse. "Is... is he friendly?" He stuttered.

"Why? Do you intend to pet me?" Ovahh retorted, "I'm no friendly dog if that's what you're querying."

Javier frowned, "Well, he's just lovely isn't he?"

"His bark is worse than his bite." You reassure. "He's harmless, but very much into playful teasing.... I'm so glad you both had the sense to take shelter inside the carriage."

Javier sighed, relief pouring through his body. "You shouldn't have left us."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, Javier. But let's be more positive. Our friendly Jotun can bring us back to the palace."

"What... what is... happening.." Leon spoke with a slurred speech. You were immediately alarmed upon recognising the ominous symptom of hypothermia.

"I've found help, you have no need to worry Leon, you will be reunited with your wife and child in no time." You immediately hand Javier and Leon the thick fur's that Ovahh supplied you.

"Help?" Leon repeated, while peering through the opening of the torn off door.

Ovahh abruptly revealed himself by jumping within the doorway. "You look sickly, and in need of assistance." He boomed.

"A f-f-frost...G-g-iant!..." Leon stuttered, and it was unclear whether this was due to the cold or his sudden terror upon seeing a Jotun for the first time.

"We prefer the term Jotun, Jotnar, or simply, superior being." Ovahh corrected.

"You .... You.. can speak Allspeak?" Leon was stunned that he understood the Jotun perfectly well.

"The majority of higher-ranking guards are fluent in the fundamental languages of other realms. I actually find the syllables to be quite unsophisticated and straightforward." Ovahh tossed Leon some wrapped high energy snacks and he immediately began eating.

Javier arched his brow at Ovahh's condescending remark, you did warn him that Ovahh liked to be playful, however, for him, he sounded much more patronising.

"Let us quickly do a short introduction so that everybody feels confortable around each other and so that we hastily make our way. Everyone, this is Ovahh." You point to Ovahh, and he simply nods his head. "He is kindly going to rescue us. And Ovahh, this is Leon, and this is Javier, both loyal solider's of Asgard."

They offered the same little nod.

"There, now, can we please all hop into the giant carriage and make way to King Loki." You assert.

Javier wasted no time and immediately began helping Leon out of the carriage, but Ovahh's abrupt statement stopped them in their tracks.

"So I'm assuming that you both wish to remain in Jotunheim for a few weeks?"

"Weeks?" Leon exclaimed with a frown, "I hope for a quick bout of warmth, a bite to eat, and perhaps a bed for the night, but I will not be spending weeks in Jotunheim!" Leon found the strength to speak up. It was clear that his angered objection was raising his body temperature.

Ovahh looked to the sky, "Well, if you do not start your return to Asgard within the next hour or so, the brutal storm will roll over into the inland's, and you will have no choice but to stay." He eyed them intently. "And do you really want to remain in the Jotun guardhouse, bunked up with big frost giants?"

Leon gulped nervously, and Javier felt his heart racing again.

"I thought your kind don't like to be referred to as frost giants" Leon scrutinised.

Ovahh stared at him with a deliberately menacing glare. "Those with a lower social standing and the less civilised, embrace the term frost giant as it fits their brutish nature. But more refined individuals like myself prefer the latter. Now, do you truly wish to continue debating what "my kind" prefers to be called? As those thuggish giants are the one's you'll share a bed with should you remain any longer."

Leon's smirk faded instantly. "We need to leave, Javier!" He panicked.

Javier stared at you with a look of concern. "But we can't leave you! My mission was to deliver you safely to the palace, not to hand you off to some random Jotun who ventures out during a storm!" Javier now regarded Ovahh with suspicion.

Ovahh rolled his eyes, then began repairing the damaged carriage as you attempted to convince Javier that he was undoubtedly a loyal soldier of King Loki, who had been sent to find us.

After a longer-than-usual time spent reassuring Javier, who was eventually convinced, you assisted Leon's recovery further by applying additional layers of clothing that Ovahh had personally provided for you. But feeling more concerned for his and Javier's health than your own, you discreetly gave them the fur off your back, lying, when Javier questioned if you had more for yourself.

Your two guards immediately regained their composure and were able to resume normal conversation after receiving food and improved supplies for their return journey through the harsh snow.

"There, that will get them back home." Ovahh stood up and brushed the snow from off his knees, while pridefully gazing at his handiwork.

"Fine work, Ovahh" Javier marvelled, impressed with the new and improved wheels.

"Indeed" Leon agreed, climbing up to grab the reigns. "Shall we move? The clouds are still coming in fast."

Javier looked at you, still very hesitant to just leave you. You took his hand in yours. "Javier, you have done a remarkable job of taking me this far. And when I arrive to king Loki's palace, I will immediately send a letter to Asgard commending your bravery here today. They will know you personally delivered me." You smiled.

He frowned, "But I did not, and saying so would be deceitful."

Leon, listening to the conversation, rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You fool, she is protecting our honour by telling a small lie. As a result, you will soon be promoted to lieutenant. Now, cease your dawdling; I wish to make it home before nightfall."

Javier sighed in defeat before turning his attention to Ovahh. "Should Asgard not receive a written note in her script stating that she has arrived safely to the palace, I will personally assume an army and storm down this realm. Do you understand, Jotun?"

Ovahh grinned, impressed with his sudden bravery. "I understand, Asgardian. But do not fear, her safety is imperative."

Javier sat down next to Leon and regarded you with sorrowful eyes. You smiled, concealing the fact that you were saddened by the realisation that he would no longer be there to greet you with his warm smile every morning.

You bid them, "Farewell," and watched as the carriage turned around with ease thanks to Jotun upgrades. Javier looked back, his forced smile fading as the carriage disappeared into the white of the snow.

"I like him, Birdy, he has courage, and I sense he is sincere in his loyalty. He'd be welcomed by Jotun's quite easily." Ovahh talked of Javier.

"Well, if Asgard does not promote him, I've already laid claim to his services for my own realm. So get to the back of the line, Ovahh." You grinned.

Ovahh chuckled, before realising that you had mentioned your own realm. He had assumed you were Asgardian.

"Are you not of Asgard?" He enquired curiously.

"I am not" you shoot him a grin.

He waited, at first patiently, but then he halted and spoke with impatience. "And so? Are you not going to divulge in which realm you are from?"

You chuckled, "I am from Embrodi." You declare with pride.

His brows raised high as a look of astonishment overcome his face. "Well, well, well... little Birdy is from little Embrodi. It is indeed true what they say," he gazed at you intently. Right away, you assumed he was going to repeat the same persistent rumour you've heard, that the gods personally fashioned Embrodi women to be attractive and shapely.

You exhaled a sigh, "And what, dare I ask, have you heard?"

"That Embrodi's may be of a little nation, but their fighting spirit is a force not to be reckoned with."

So taken aback by his surprising answer, you couldn't help but smile broadly. So big in fact, that it began to hurt your face. Feeling super smug and in agreement with his claims, you walked tall towards the open carriage door. However, you turned your head when you heard no footfall behind you. You gazed at him, trying to determine why he was suddenly motionless.

"Why do you not follow?"

His gaze was fixed on you. "It is also true that the gods gave Embrodi women voluptuous buttocks." You realised as he grinned, that he was staring attentively at your derriere.

You narrow your eyes into a glare before irritably hopping into the pre-warmed carriage and buckling up for safety. "Men!" You grumble, slumping back into your seat.

Suddenly, a wind that blew in Ovahh's direction alerted him that the storm had switched directions, and now it was steadily approaching.

"Birdy, it is time to leave immediately." He sprinted towards the carriage and hastily took the reigns.

You were startled by the distress in his tone of voice. Previously, he had acted with no concern, but you could see his panic now that the grey clouds were almost directly above you.

In spite of the pounding of the horse's hooves, you could just make out Ovahh's voice as he warned, "It may get bumpy, I need to pick up speed as the superstorm is drawing too close, we need to beat it before it hovers over us."

You frowned, a look of alarm appearing on your face. "What if we don't beat it, what if it catches up to us?"

You heard only silence as Ovahh deliberated his response. Trying to find the best choice of words to describe a horrifying death without frightening you.

"Ovahh?"

You heard him sigh, "Well, should we be caught in the storm, our bodies would make wonderful glacier statues, and I suggest we pose in a humorous manner, so that when we ascend to Valhalla and look down upon our bodies left behind, we can have a good chuckle."

Although his words were intended to lighten the terrifying situation, the thought of becoming a human icicle was horrifying.

"Do Jotun horses travel faster than this?" You increase the volume of your voice to signify your desire to quicken your pace.

Ovahh smiled to himself before yelling out a warning. "Fasten your seatbelt, Birdy!"

You had already done so, recalling prior advice from queen Frigga. However, the pace you were previously accustomed to was nothing compared to the speed Ovahh brought the horses to now.

As the wind entered the carriage and whipped at your face, you felt your cheeks physically pull back. It was terrifying, yet exhilarating, and an experience you were certain to remember forever.

Ovahh initially panicked when he heard your shriek, but he soon realised you were laughing and enjoying the rush. He pushed harder and harder until he was confident he had outrun the ominous clouds that heralded a devastating storm.

As soon as you felt the carriage slow, your breathing returned to normal, and now, as you gaze at the scenery, you are surprised to see green grass sprouting through a thin layer of snow.

You extend your upper body out the window and gaze up to see Ovahh driving the carriage. "You have greenery here?" You say in surprise.

He glanced at you and observed the curious expression on your face, and completely slowing to a stop, Ovahh leapt down and opened your carriage door to let you out.

"We are close to the palace and areas inhabited by Jotuns, so it is safe for you to join me atop the carriage, where you can enjoy the view."

Your eyes expanded, and you jumped at the chance to sit up top without any hesitation. When he positioned himself next to you, keeping a secure distance so you wouldn't accidentally brush up against his skin, he resumed a slower paced ride.

You were astounded by the dispersed structures on plots of land that were obviously used for cultivation, producing frost-resistant crops. The Gaia in you was so curious to discover what they grew and what could survive in such cold conditions.

You were surprised to see large trees with tiny pink buds that piqued your curiosity even more. You believed that only the Galanthus flower blossomed in the snow. And yet, here you were, witnessing this peculiarity.

"What are those trees, Ovahh?"

"They are Pinia's." He replied.

"Pinia's..." you whisper, committing to memory the unusual name. "And does the bud bloom?"

He chuckled, "It is not a floral bud, but fruit that has not yet reached maturity. The tiny bud you see will grow to approximately this size." He closed his hand into a large fist.

"Wow, that's a large fruit. And is it sweet?" You ask.

"It has a distinct taste; the closest flavour to it is a combination of the sharp sourness of a green apple and the sweetness of a peach."

"Ooooh... I like the sound of the bitter sweet combination. I would love to try it."

"When the Pinia's fruit is completely ripe, I will be sure to select the ripest one for you." He smiled. But then you witnessed his smile morph into sorrow. "That is, if our trees don't fall ill like the others." He spoke quietly.

You unwittingly reached out to touch his hand as a compassionate gesture, but he swiftly yanked it away, and the horses abruptly stopped.

"You cannot touch my exposed skin, birdy!"

"I... I.. I am sorry, I forgot." Your heart was racing.

"You can't forget, such a mistake can render you severely disfigured, and I do not wish to have that on my conscious!"

You gazed downward, diverting your eyes as you became low in mood. Ovahh heaved a sigh upon observing your sorrow at his harsh snap.

You felt him stoop and rummage through a large bag. When you turned to see what he was doing, you noticed that he was slipping his large, blue hands into thick gloves.

"I apologise for yelling at you. It's just that, with a few exceptions, I don't appreciate the company of people, and I find it surprising that I could see myself enjoying conversation with you. So the guilt I would feel if I ever blemished your delicate beauty would have a significant impact on me. And I would not want you to dislike me if that were to happen."

"I appreciate your concern for me, Ovahh, but let's be clear; I could never hate you."

His gaze mirrored yours, and his normally icy disposition softened at hearing your words. Then, to your astonishment, he reached up and tentatively set his gloved hand on yours.

Even with the heavy glove, the sensation of his chilly skin against your hand made you smile.

"I've never touched a different being before." He confessed.

"I'm pleased to be your first." You grinned, your sincere eyes linking with his.

"My king will like you, Birdy, and I think you will like him too. He is a pleasant character and one of the few with whom I can be myself around. It is uncommon for one to feel so at ease around a leader."

"I must admit, I had apprehensions about meeting the king of Jotunheim, but your remark that he is one of the few individuals with whom you enjoy associating with, has alleviated my concerns considerably."

***

After an exhausting journey, you arrived to the palace gardens to find much milder conditions than in the surrounding outta regions. There was still a lot of snow, but it was light and airy, as though clouds had fallen and settled on the ground.

This was your first exposure to snow, and you had to admit, seeing it when not journeying through a blizzard, made it look rather appealing. So alluring, that you jumped out of the carriage the second it stopped and began trailing through the thick of it.

You dove into a big, fluffy pile and promptly made snow angels. Ovahh emerged almost instantly and stood guard over you with a look of curiosity on his face.

"What are you doing?" He arched a brow.

You continued waving your arms and legs out, "I'm making a snow angel, what does it look like?"

"It looks like you've lost your mind, rolling around in the freezing snow."

You prop yourself up on your elbows, and stare at him. "Oh come on, don't tell me you've never made a snow angel before?"

He kept quiet and merely stared back at you in confusion.

When you realised he had no idea what a snow angel was, your heart ached with sorrow. A Jotun who had grown up in the snow had never engaged in snow play. 

"Join me, and do as I do." You flump back down and resume your movements. But Ovahh continued to hover over you with a bewildered expression.

"Please" you add, giving him sad puppy eyes.

After peering around to make sure no one was looking, he grinned like a child and dove downwards, mimicking your actions to make one giant sized snow angel.

"Am I doing it right?" He asked.

You look over and see his happy demeanour, "You are perfect, Ovahh. That is one great snow angel." You praised.

"Perfect? Me?" He questioned skeptical.

"Yes you!" You chuckle.

As he continued his movements, he resumed the conversation, "I once thought perfect didn't exist, but after meeting you, I'm not so sure."

"Perfect exists alright, I've met a few in my short life, and I'm confident that should the gods grant me many more years, I will meet more perfect individuals like you, Ovahh."

Ovahh grinned as he recalled his conversation with his king and realised he should inform him that he had been proven incorrect. There is such a thing as a perfect person, and his newly acquired friend Birdy was one.

You both chuckle out loud as you continue having fun, unwittingly attracting the attention of another guard on duty with your pleasant sounds.

The guard hurriedly entered the palace to inform his king that Ovahh had returned with the much anticipated visitor.

Loki looked up from his seated position on his throne as the guard rushed in.

"What is it?"

"My King, Ovahh has returned with the visitor."

"Well.... bring them to me." Loki commanded.