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What a lovely sight, truly beautiful. The Lady of Love and Beauty had graced him with her presence, such an honor had fallen upon this wretched snake.
A smirk twitched at his thin lips. Truly an honor indeed. Her face was to his, though nearly a foot below. Such a delicate and gorgeously feminine form she had, one expected from such a Goddess.
"Greetings oh Lady of Lust. I am humbled that you have graced me with your radiance."
Thin fingers stretched out, gently gripping a lock of her long gold hair. It was magnificent, softer than silk, more precious than jewels, as golden as...
His eyes wandered to her neck. Oh the most elegant of gifts. Brísingamen. "I have always envied you... To be bestowed this necklace... My eyes have never fallen upon such a beautiful gift. Nothing of modern Midgard compares... Nor will the dwarves craft something so... Perfect. Now... How was it that you persuaded them to give it to you?" He spoke coldly, his eyes holding a malicious smirk like the one that painted his face. As her hair fell from trembling fingers, he let them begin to hover over the necklace.
It wasn't that he wanted it, or even cared for such a trinket, no matter how lovely. What he yearned for was much more... Precious.
