Astrid had always seen herself as a practical girl. No flashy shows, no jumping through hoops to achieve what she deemed to be necessary. All she needed was a straight path forward and nine times out of ten, she would stick the landing.
But when it came to a certain Aesir, all her plans where as good as air.
It really wasn’t fair, though. Surviving in Asgard was hard enough on it’s own, whether anyone had intuition or not to stay out of the gods’ way. What could be expected for a lowly servant