Torn. That is how I am feeling. I absolutely love the glitter and sparkle of Valhalla. I absolutely abhore what it does to my dear man Loki. His wit and soul goes from light and funny and charming to black as night everytime we get near these damned Ásynjur. I do trust Loki though. It is Odin, I do not trust. Well, Loki has asked me to be sparkling tonight and I think that calls for diamonds. I race to the shopping levels to see what I can ferret out. I will be stunning, a perfect set piece. Oh, yes, I know my role. And I will play my part. It is much easier to fool these Ásynjur into thinking I am some dumb, devoted, blind blonde than for them to believe my dearest Loki has goodness in him anywhere. I will listen and obey, but my meek demeanor is perfect for hearing things I'm not supposed to hear. If I hurry, I could hear a few things in the resturant before Loki will be expecting me at 7:00.