“Don’t let go of my hand.” Fen raised Lottie’s hand to his lips and kissed it then whispered in her ear, “Just play along, we’ll get out of here.”
Nodding she allowed him to pull her back around the table. Frigg of course still insisted that Lottie sit closest to her, but who could blame her, Fen wasn’t exactly popular company.
“So, Lottie,” Frigg began as she cut into her food satisfied the feast was continuing as scheduled, “Please, do tell us about yourself.”
“Oh-” She looked back at Fen, but this was something she’d have to do on her own, “See, I’m not from around here. I don’t understand what you guys do.”
“Nonsense.” Odin bounded, “Frigg is vouching for you, the least you can do is offer her a moment to get to know you,” looking down his nose he flashed an unconvinced glare to F
