Sleeping Dragon the halls of æsir trembled

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Lost but happy, in a state of darkest midnight, Freya Loðbrók squirmed as soon as she was able. There were sensations of wet and warmth, tension and relief, and of some almighty power that she didn't understand but did outright accept. This was her mother. Rey uttered the tiniest little squeak thing — speep — and did a good bit more wriggling before she was asked to suckle, and her gums obliged. This was more out of automatic compliance and general milky awesomeness than actual hunger.

Good morning, hello. This was Gyda's firstborn.