Re: What it is!
Loki was a stone cold creep, probably off in his Kreacher hole somewhere sniffing panties, Troy thought - silently in present company. They did need to know where he was, whether he was guilty of this particular crime or not. "Since Baldr seems to have no interest in pipeweed or topiaries, I guess I'm riding the bench on this adventure," Hemlock surmised. Jimmy had volunteered for Tribute, however. Or at least a minor side mission before partying on.
"I have always been ready," Freyr vowed to the Allfather, then moved his chair back so that he could stand. "You," he said to Troy, "come with me, then. We will begin the revelry in good fashion!" He clapped Hemlock on the back and waited for the word from either of the Odinsons to take his exit. He wished them well, but he certainly had no intention of not keeping his eye on things in his own kingdom and home while a host of strangers ran amuck during a curious time such as this. "We passed by several fertility rituals last night, your majesty," he said to Eva with a wink. "Perhaps tonight we can show you our customs of old..." The twinkle in his crazy blue eyes was set to Thor, then.