"I want something that looks like thousands of souls are descending into my realm, but in a comforting way. Is that too much to ask?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
He laughed. "Apparently not, because I'm here delivering it. I brought the van."
"And how would Odin feel about his favourite son being a delivery boy for a mortal?"
"He'd hate it, which is why I do it." He grinned. "So, where do you want it?" He stood up, much to Garmr's protest.
"Over there." I gestured to the spot where I'd always wanted some kind of art piece, but had never found the right one. The fact that my uncle had started dating a talented sculptor had finally meant that I had the right person to commission.
He frowned and looked at the space. "Is it going to fit?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course it's going to fit. Daisy took the measurements herself," I responded.
"Ah well, it's definitely right then, she doesn't mess around with that kind of stuff."
"How's she doing?" I asked. "I saw her briefly at The Pomegranate last night, but I didn't have time to catch up."
He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall by my desk. "Why wouldn't you have time to catch up?"
"I was preoccupied."
"Okay...there are some things an uncle doesn't want to know," he muttered.
"You're the one who asked," I pointed out.
He sighed. "She's stressed. Her gallery opening is coming up, and she's already rethinking several of the pieces that she wants to showcase."
"She won't have any problems with any of them, no matter what she chooses," I responded. If there was one thing I knew about Daisy, it was that she took her art seriously, and that meant that her pieces tended to be extraordinary.
"I know. But this is her first opening since she unveiled the piece in the Jinx Dating Agency building. I think the pressure of the people who are going to be there is part of it."
"She doesn't need to be worried. She won your little reality TV show because she impressed gods. And it's not like we're anything more than people with normal people needs."
Garmr let out a growl and batted at my leg.
I let out a sigh. "Do you need to pee again?" I asked him.
He looked up at me with his large puppy eyes that kind of made my heart melt, even if I was a little annoyed at him for having regenerated into puppy state again.
"All right, we can go outside," I said, leaning down to clip his lead onto him. "Sorry, I have to deal with him."
"I know, I've seen many different puppy stages for Garmr over the years," my uncle responded. "I can count on you to come to Daisy's art opening, right?"
"Of course. I like Daisy, she's good for you. Maybe even too good for you."
"Oi."
I grinned. "I'm my father's daughter, Uncle Thor. You can't expect me to avoid all mischief."
He chuckled. "And here I was thinking that there was only one Loki."
"There is. And there's only one Hel too," I responded. "Come on Garmr," I called to the hellhound.
He bounced along while trying to catch the lead in his mouth. I was so ready for the chewing stage to be over.
"Will you be all right here if I take him to the park?" I asked Thor, seeing an opportunity to get some more energy out of the puppy.
"So long as the dead don't start walking."
