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*Munin shrugs and steals carrots too.* "Well, now poor Hel must live with herself, and how about Jormungaander? You know, the giant snake that dripped his poison upon your face for about twelve centuries?" Muninn didn't really care, he just thought it was funny to rub things in people's faces, and plus, right now, he could feel Odin, commanding him to bring certain things up. Course Hel was his own spin... Odin didn't like to remember stuff like that.
































