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I watched Hilda's eyes glaze over in real time. Crap. I'd just made an enemy. Of a fierce, bloodthirsty Valkyrie.
"I didn't say I was going to marry him," I said.
"Why wouldn't you marry him?" asked Hilda.
Her voice was stilted, her features iced over to reveal as little of her emotions as possible. I knew that pose. I’d struck it myself with a certain Greek warrior in my past.
"He is the bravest, strongest warrior in all of the Nine Realms. Any woman would be honored to have him lay down his life for hers."
"Ah, Hildy," said Thor. "This is why you've always been my best friend."
Hilda winced. Yeah, welcome to the friend zone. Not so cute.
"Will you be the first to congratulate me on my impending nuptials?" Thor said.
Hilda's mouth worked like a fish out of water. "But she's a
