Sure enough, within five seconds, Odin comes out of the lift and up pops Frigga to great him. I try desperately not to laugh out loud at his expression. Peeking a little further around the corner, I manage to conveniently overhear their conversation.

So, someone has taken Gungnir. And just how would Frigga know that unless she had a hand in it somehow? Little does she know that she and her accomplices have actually done me a favor. There is nothing like grand retribution without actually having to dirty one's own hands. Odin makes a dash for the restaurant bar as Frigga walks away.

As I decide to follow Odin's path, I notice another woman entering the lobby. Well, well, well if it isn't poor Sigyn, the besotted wife of Loki. Odin has quickly let the rat back into the pantry against my wishes. He must have something that Odin wants, or rather needs; a certain necklace perhaps? I casually wander over to greet Sigyn. She does not realize it, but she is about to become my second, unwitting accomplice of the day.

"Sigyn, welcome back to Valhalla," I say with a gentle smile, yet still startling her out of her skin. "It is lovely to see you again."

"Hel...hello, Freyja."

"To what do we owe the honor of your presence? I do hope you have not come alone," I ask like a concerned mother hen.

"Of course not," she replies. "I have come with Loki. He has some business to attend to with the All Father."

I do not ask what that business may be. No need to put her on alert as she seems rather disconcerted already.

"Well, I do hope you intend to have dinner in our fabulous restaurant right over there. The menu has changed since you were last here, but I believe you will find the changes to your liking."

"As a matter of fact, we plan to dine there this evening around seven o'clock. Loki told me to give him twenty minutes to conclude his business, and then I am to join him at his table. He suggested I take some extra time to look extra special for him," she says with a glint in her eye.

Poor thing. If she only knew what a weasel her husband was, but then again, she probably enjoys going through this eternal life in ignorant bliss.

"Naturally," I respond to her. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to myself before dinner. Enjoy your stay."

I do not add that her stay will be rather short if her husband is not very careful. It is time to pay Heimdall another visit to give him the latest news flash.