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Archie glances up at her entrance. Difficult to miss, is Hel. He smiles and goes over to her.

"Hel! It is good to see you. How have you been faring?"

He has no idea.

"I...have been."

Her voice is wry, and she does not look down at her wrist. A bracelet of flowers, metal ones, rests around it.

"I have most certainly been. And you?"

"I am well. Was cursed for a bit, but that's done with. Glad to see you."

She may not look at the flowers around her wrist, but he may notice them when he reaches to take her hand in his tiny one. He wishes he could make amends for the ills others have done her. He doesn't mention them.

"Svava and I have taken in a child that found her way here."

"I am glad."

If a little weirded out. Everyone has children these days.

She lets him take the hand, she does still wear her glove after all,

"It has been a while."

"Too long. I miss your company."

It is true, for all the strangeness between them, and the occasional hitting, he likes her.

Hey, she only hits him when he deserves it.

"I am glad that you think of me."

She is, too. Its weird. He's a tiny little thing, but occasionally amusing.

As he is well aware.

"How could I not?"

He grins up at her.

"Will you be here for our wedding?"

"You have found the sword? I didn't know that you'd gone looking."

She looks mildly bewildered for a moment, then peers down at him.

He doesn't look like he's been questing.

He blinks up at her, a bit confused.

"Sword?"

Hedn't she said something about that once before? Long ago?

"If you want to get married, you have to go on Sword Quest."

She says it firmly, with a faint frown,

"Or it isn't right. Its...you have to. Especially you, and her."

"Especially for us? What do you mean?"

The frown stays, he doesn't understand.

"We've already been married once. Shouldn't that count for something?"

"Yes."

She frowns at him, mildly,

"It does. It...doing that. Getting the sword, every time, its part of what lets you find each other every time after. Or you'd lose you, in the end."

He gapes at her for a moment. He certainly doesn't want to loose himself, and he doesn't want to loose her.

"But... but how could I do such a thing? I cannot leave here. There is no door for me."

His voice is soft, and maybe the slightst touch afraid.

She looks down at him and tilts her head.

Irony. Loki's daughter sending a Hero to find the way to win a Valkyrie.

"That may be the beginning of your quest. Where there are dreams, there are ways."

Dreams

He glances out the back door, then back to Hel's face.

"And I am supposed to find a sword. Just like that? Any sword?"

Where there are dreams, there are nightmares.

"Of course not."

She says, and sets a hand on his head in brief blessing,

"You need to find your sword."

He is grateful for that small touch. It calms him somewhat.

"My sword."

A soft sigh.

"Helgi's sword? At least it isn't something difficult."

"Good luck."

And she turns him to give him a gentle, but firm, push toward the door.

At least she didn't hit him?

He turns, scanning the bar for a familliar blonde head before turning back to Hel.

"Will you tell her?"

He pushes down the panic rising in the back of his throat. No time to get overwhelmed now. It will be fine. Just don't think of the stories Svava told about the quest to find the Landlord.

"Thank you, Hel."

"I shall."

She nods, and turns to look for Svava.

And Archie turns and steps out the door (http://prone-to-panic.livejournal.com/8237.html).

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