[The effect of Loki's
villain slouch is lost on a thirteen year old body sitting in a kitchen chair with the NV resting on the table top. Before him is a clear glass of water.]
The darkness of Solstice, the longest night of the year, is banished by the first rays of dawn, Yule's light.
Yule's first toast belongs to Odin. I've not lifted cup to him in some time, nor did I intend to.
[His fingernails are polished green and when he flicks the lip of the glass, a crystalline sound echoes through the poor acoustics of the kitchen. Burgundy spirals through the water, dark rings stretching out in the clear liquid until the entire cup is colored the rich, dark red of a good mead.]
[He lifts the glass] To Odin. [This is not for the Allfather himself, but for what he has given to Loki that was so blindly overlooked.
He drinks and the NV switches off]