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Irritated, Odin turns to Njord, who's smiling nervously.

Odin: It is beyond me how you ever could have benefitted from his

advice.

Njord: Uhm..eh, well, our wisemen have always enjoyed a considerable

poetical freedom...

But now,let's all look at the presents I've brought you!

Odin: Presents!

Loke: Now that's what I call a good habit!

The Asir, (including Odin), admire the horns, rings and various

bric-a-brac of pure gold, which has been brought to them by Njord's elf-like thralls. (Heimdal doesn't manage to get hold of any of the trinkets).

Textbox: In spite of the winning manners of Njord, his stay in Asgaard

originally had been planned only to be temporary. But...

(Heimdal: Isn't there a present for me?)

Odin catches sight of something outside the pictureframe and points.

Njord turns in the same direction.

Odin: Say, who is that?

Frej, an overweight, dorky-looking teenager with hair down his eyes and

his hands buried in his pockets, walks up to Njord, who smiling proudly,

places his hand on the young man's shoulder.

Njord: This is Frej, my son. He's going to inherit the estate when he

becomes a man.

Odin: No-no, not that bum! Who is that?

Now, all of the Asir turn and stare, totally breathlss at Freja, who is

standing, with a look of shyness, at the landingbridge. She's a dazzling

teenagegirl with an extremely captivating smile.

Everything grinds to a halt.

Njord: My daughter...

Freja winks with an air of sweetness and innocense.

Freja: Uhm..Hi boys!

Close up of Odin, smiling expectantly.

Textbox: I decided the hostageexchange no longer was just temporary!