Remembered a lot more of Angband, too.

...informative stuff they ripped out or just more horror?

Some of both. Thuringwethil was telling you the truth. Which I suppose you knew, having gotten an oath from her.

Yeah.

Retroactive eidetic memory of Angband is not exactly a lovely thing to have but I haven't asked Curvo to try to find me a workaround or anything. I don't want to forget bits again.

Nod.

I could if I wished show a therapist exactly what happened but I'm pretty sure I would traumatize my poor therapist.

...it's a big galaxy. But it'd narrow your selection.

And there are already lots of narrowing criteria like 'are they going to try to talk me out of paving over the whole galaxy with paradises'.

Well, they may try to get you to postpone it and spend time in your pretty city with Findekáno in a recovery period.

That I can work with, just not with 'it's not your job to save everyone' in general.

You may need to shop around. I don't actually know, Asgard does not have a culture that supports therapy by means other than hitting things in most cases.

I'm going to learn to hit things, too! It's just lower on the priority list.

That you should be able to pick up locally if you charm the right people or do in fact wish to be disguised as a girl.

Loki snorts.

When the sun sets Huan speeds the music to a dramatic crescendo of leaping and biting and lightning-deflecting and then, unable to knock Thor down for longer than a few seconds, concedes the fight. He does not look particularly tired, and he bounds over to them in a good mood, tail wagging.

Thor descends slowly from the sky, visibly tired but grinning broadly. The storm dissipates above their heads. "Well fought!" she says. "I may want a night's sleep and a good meal before my next bout!"

"Suppose anyone will object - out loud - if I call for a feast? The feast of me being not dead."

"A feast! Splendid! Yes, let's have a feast for you!"

"Anything about the kitchen staff changed in the last while?"

"I don't think so!"

"Then I will not have to ask you to make the arrangements for me!" And off she pops to let the kitchen staff know that she is not dead and would like to feast about that.

The kitchen staff is either pleased to accommodate her request or really good at pretending.