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The first tells him he is interesting. Her voice, when she says it, is thoughtful—Loki can’t see the expression on her face, blindfolded as he is. The cloth binding chafes his skin; the knobs of his wrists bang gently against the headboard to which they’re tied.
“Very interesting indeed, little shape-changer,” she says low in her throat, and Loki shivers with something other than cold. He does not know how she can see his shape-changing ways, how she can know that he is many things all at once. He decides he doesn’t care. Beneath Angrboda’s frigid hands, below the curtain of her blood-red hair, he is ablaze.