There's an amphitheater, a place where a hundred of the stone walkways twine around to create space for a hundred thousand people to sit in close proximity, and someone is giving a lecture or a demonstration at the base of it, the seats closest to him filled with eager, tiny, bearded Dwarf-children.
And they spiral down, and down, and down, past waterfalls and egg-sized gemstones left half in the rock and halls of crystal. Everything grows gradually more ornate and more perfectly maintained and the clang of hammers fades behind them. "People say," her guide says, "that we only have a council instead of a single King because there were nine winners of the competition to design the throne so we couldn't just select one person to sit it." And they push open the doors to reveal, indeed, nine thrones so elaborate it would be hard to choose between them, and nine squat bearded people sitting them.
"Sure. They'll be able to bring some non-bulky cargo if they're traveling, is there anything besides their magic stuff and personal possessions I should load them up with?"
"I can put in a couple full days in a row but not routinely; I need other things to do now and then. I can occupy myself but don't mind running other helpful errands as they come up. I don't forget to eat but I do like not having to worry about cooking. And in the wintertime I have developed a fondness for living in an igloo but I will understand if there is no convenient place for me to put one."
I know where she lives if I want to talk to her, but I decided against propositioning her so I don't currently have any specific anticipations of wishing to do that.
Not lonely enough to be one person away from Thauron on a map of who's slept with whom, but oh stars yes.
I - oh - fuck, it probably doesn't even help if I go into an extended account of the distinctions between consensual s- I am so fucking sorry I said that.
Yeah. I'd say 'maybe when the Men are a little more grown up' but I've gone and finagled myself a position of pretty heavy power over all of them and that'd be somewhere between weird and unconscionable even if they were chronologically old enough to be adults for their species. Mostly I just wish Sigyn were here. Sigyn would probably even be better at all the social crap I'm mishandling, he's weird at social skills but differently.
Findekáno likes you. Does he share your judgement about Thauron's partners?
I didn't mention considering propositioning Thuringwethil or why I stopped considering it to Findekáno and if - okay here comes the rant on the distinction between consensual sex and rape. For the purpose I was being flippant about? If somebody has, not even necessarily kidnapped and tortured and mind-scrambled one, if they have just gotten one really drunk - or if they run into one while one is already really drunk - or if they have, I don't know, taken one out on a boat ride and there is substantial implication that one will not be getting back to shore without putting out, something like that, if something is going on besides at least moderately sober and unfettered decisionmaking, then for the purpose I was making my stupid regrettable joke about, doesn't count. Different category of thing. If it would make you feel better for me to find an excuse to discuss this exciting cultural convention with Findekáno at some point in the next few decades or something I will hunt such an excuse down.
This is not exciting local Asgardian cultural color commentary! By civilized galactic standards - like, 'not literally a planet of interplanetary criminal hideouts and stuff' - Asgard's way too permissive, especially on how drunk is too drunk, female perpetrators, and whether it's polite to call the circumstances of my parents' marriage incredibly sketchy.
Vanaheim and Asgard were having some scuffle, I do not know the fine details but I believe it was heavily implied that Odin would leave them alone if she got a pretty husband and some other concessions, and while I may be a kidnapped frost giant I thoroughly doubt Thor is.