"The former Scandinavia of Midgard." Brynn never felt so unworthy of Asgard, than she did just then, as his gaze cast over her. The dark leather of her vest like top, and simple dark denim. The marks the sun had caused faded to nothing more than dull red smudges along her bared arms.
"But it is a pleasure to meet you as well." She was genuine, even if meeting might spell out her doom. She was not afraid of it. It was strange, being invited into the home of a god. Even the faint shimmer of the invitation was different than any other home. "I think I may have to tell Katherine that you invited me in, should she need to resend it."