Imagine if it had been a belt that made me call Jormungand to mind, and what that would mean for the poor sap who unbuckled his belt on the way to the washroom. |
Oddly enough, it wasn't the sight of a belt that made me think of Jormungand. It was a picture of a ribbon tied around a package, holding in the surprise, and the idea that someone, upon receiving a beautifully wrapped gift, might think of Midgard and hesitate a second before undoing the bow.
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