The Ballad of Sleipnir (Loki Seduces a Horse)

Zooey: With all the talk of gods and walls

Who figured it be I who’d be first to fall?

For in the tryst of trickery

‘Tis thee who put a spell on me

And Freyja, fairest, fain should fret

I turned into mare with her weird blanket

For with my wiles, and guile, and thinking, I

Hoped to catch you with my winking

Put it bluntly, your giant master

Is all-together a giant bastard

One would think that applies to his steed

And what time it would take if I took him to breed, but I

Must admit, your charm, your walk

And throbbing, pulsing, um, sweet-talk

Cut right through my roguish guile

Would it be so wrong if I bore your child?

And all the talk of gods and walls

And claims that I’m the craftiest god of all

A beast outwits the snake of the norse

It seems I am in love with a horse

And all the talk of gods and walls

And claims that I’m the craftiest god of all

A beast outwits the snake of the norse

It seems I am in love with a horse