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“SIGMUNDR! Your late!” The booming voice of Odin rang out through the mead hall. Stirred from his slumber, the Dragon Deity raised his head off the table. [color=21F4FF]“For what?”[/color] Sigmundr asked, still half asleep, and feeling a little worse for wear. “You said you would take the mission in Frankfurt. It’s time you get back in the game, Old Friend.” The dragon trapped in human form stood up. Pushing up off the table, shakily. [color=21F4FF]”That’s Tomorrow.”[/color] “It’s today.” Sigmundr looked at his phone and his heart sank. Odin was right. [color=21F4FF]”Fuck.”[/color] “Bags are packed,” Odin handed Sigmundr his weapon case and a duffel bag. “And Heimdall should be ready to transport you just about...” Odin checked his watch. [color=21F4FF]”Oh no. I’ve told you...”[/color] There was a flash of light and the Bifrost opened up. 

Travelling through the Bifrost was not a pleasant experience. The closest way anyone has come to describing it was being turned inside out by your butthole and then being dragged through a hole the size of a drinking straw. 
Sigmundr popped out, outside the OMR building in Frankfurt, vomiting. 
Getting up, after he had emptied his guts. Sigmundr stood up and walked inside. Politely and quietly entered the meeting room and watched the introductions until he was addressed by the half fae. 


Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled aside the fabric to reveal a black scar. It’s dark colour contrasted on his tan skin. It looked darker than black. Almost as if it was sucking the light in. [color=21F4FF]”I assume your talking about this.”[/color] He said tapping the scar. [color=21F4FF]”No one came away from the abomination without scars. It just decided to leave a little souvenir inside me.”[/color] He began buttoning up his shirt again. [color=21F4FF]”Sigmundr.”[/color] He said almost matter of factlly to introduce himself.