#sc!

@heimskringlas / sc!

hypnos doesn't know loki very well, though he's heard many stories from hermes. the god's mostly kept to himself thus far, but he finds himself in the norse gods' domain this time around, eyes darting back and forth as he carries a basket of lemon poppyseed muffins. he's not even sure if loki would even like these, but for hypnos, it's a generous offer.

he relaxes when he spots the god in question not too far away, so hypnos smiles and heads for him. "i don't usually leave my hall very often," he explains. "i've heard about you from hermes; he speaks fondly of you. i'm hypnos."

holding the basket out, he takes a half step back, eyes cast downward. "it's lovely to meet you, loki laufeyjarson."