Dragged

Friends can be such a drag


Hello again. It’s me, your favorite reincarnated Norse trickster god, Loki.


I still have boobs.


I’m also suffering from a health issue that has a 99.43% chance of permanently ending me (assuming the Norns don’t get to me first). And I can’t find my immortality rune. And the runes I did recover are playing fisticuffs with each other. And I’ve been cursed with an inability to lie. One by one, my new friends are turning out to be old foes. Oh, and did I mention I accidentally on purpose destroyed Odin’s gazillion-dollar business investment, and now he’s sharpening his spear for me too?


I hate Tuesdays.


But I finally got a lead on another rune. With a trip to a drag queen pageant in San Francisco in my future, I just have to convince my friends Gunnar Magnusson, Freddie, and Darryl Donovan that they’re destined to change the world in dresses and heels. That would transform this terrible Tuesday into the funnest Frigg-ing Friday since Ragnarok.