The Golden Treasure (A Retelling) by K. Leigh
The many days I spent with Thor by my side were filled with wonder, awe, and above everything else, love. He loved me for my golden hair and I prized it above every other one of my features. What he treasured, I did ten-fold more so. Our loved blossomed and in return, I watched over the harvest and made sure it was plentiful, but there was one watching jealously ever since our wedding day.
Thor went out one morning; I went to the Iving and bathed in the cool water after he left. I made sure to take care and wash my hair thoroughly so it would shine not just in the sunlight, but also in the moonlight when Thor graced his hall again. As I made my way back I felt tired and needed rest. I did not want to fall asleep on the steps of Bilskirnir, but I could not make it inside. I just had time enough to lay my hair about in the sun to dry, before I fell asleep amongst my soft golden curls.
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