#modgudr

[Location: Gjallarbrú, the glittering bridge to Helheim]

Modgud: "Well, well.. If it isn’t the queen herself, parading around like Helheim’s a garden party."

Hel: *carrying a bundled-up newborn, flanked by her wife Morrigan and husband Dyggvi, with their other weirdly-behaved children in tow* "It is my kingdom. I can parade wherever I like."

Modgud: *eyeing the baby* "You had another one? How many souls do you need?"

Hel: "At least one more than I had yesterday."

Morrigan: *Cooing at the baby* "She has my eyes. And your aura of doom darling.."

Dyggvi: *chiming in* "And my magnificent nose, dont question how we did it."

Modgud: *crossing her arms* “You should name her after me. It’s only fair, my lady..”

Hel: "...Modgud, she’s not dead like us, and she doesn’t hiss at sunlight either."

Modgud: *smirking* "She will eventually. Give her time my queen."

Morrigan: *thinking aloud* "...Actually, Morriel.. It's similar to my name!"

Dyggvi: “Sounds like a mushroom. I like it.”

Hel: *shrugging* “Morriel it is, I shall grant your wish dear old Modgud.”

Modgud: *stunned* “Wait, really?! You’re naming her after me?”

Hel: *starting to walk off, grinning* “No.. I just liked the drama in your face.”

Modgud: *yelling after them*

YES. YES, SHE DOES.