Who's At The Door? Chapter 6 Of 'Those Horrid, Horrid Things' Is Up!

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Who's at the door? Chapter 6 of 'Those Horrid, Horrid Things' is up!

When Odin prophesizes Loki’s three monstrous children will bring an end to the Aesir, the trickster god decides the only way he can keep them safe is to travel through time and space to where no one will find them.

But this new world is different, with its PTO’s and HOA’s and all other manners of strange sigils. Loki’s children have to make some big changes to remain undetected, and the Father of Monsters themself might be in a little over their head.

Chapter 6: The Babysitter

There were fewer stars in this realm, the sky brown and faded by the lights mankind gathered in their fortresses and towns below.

No matter. Skadi only needed two to position herself and guide her over forests and fields. No snow on the ground yet, either. Not in this part of the world, but it was coming. Skadi would make sure of that.

The message had come to her in a dream as she lay before a low-burning fire in the mountains of Jotunheimr: where Loki had hidden the three monsters.

It had been difficult living with the Aesir and serving in their pantheon. But this — hunting and tracking great beasts — this she could do blindfolded.

So, I wrote the next chapter of Those Horrid, Horrid Things much faster than I had previously written any other chapters, which is probably because I had two scenes in particular visualized since I first conceptualized this work.

But then I took several days revising and reposting the chapter. I guess I'm nervous about it? Like, is it bad to have both a character address the queerphobia she's faced and a joke about a wolf getting indigestion from eating too much cheese in the same chapter?

But in the end I realized I've got to stop freaking out about what's supposed to be a fun lil project where I make jokes about an eleven-year-old sea serpent the size of the globe wanting anchovies on his pizza. Also, it's been a fucking week, so I'm posting it for you and me as a treat.