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Ironwood’s Chieftain takes her youngest one’s hand and guides her outside. There is no denying she loves her elder sons beyond love itself, each one being a part of who she herself is. But this is her daughter, a woman, born into a matriarchal society. Angrboda is a proud mother and sees in her daughter the potential to rule once she is dead and gone. The future of Ironwood.

But for now, she simply enjoys the smaller hand she is holding, tiny fingers not long enough to fully hold the Chieftain’s. She walks slow enough so Hel can keep up. Loki is elsewhere with their sons and Angrboda intends to meet them there, wherever ‘there’ is. She is almost sure they are bathing in the river.