Three days shy of summer
Asgard’s wall was all but complete.
Only the gateway remained to be built.
The panic stricken Gods and Goddesses
hunkered around the looming wall
like moths drawn to a living flame.
One name was uppermost in their mind.
“We all agreed!” Countered Loki, quaking.
Odin gripped the shape-changer by his throat,
“Fix it!” He yelled.
“But how?” squeaked Loki.
“Hatch a plot,” said Odin, quietly, “You’re good at that.” …