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This story is No. 2 in the series "Living as Lenore". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Anya didn't come up with the 'Troll' spell on her own. Now, she had help from a very special god in the Norse Pantheon...

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Supernatural > Anya-Centered(Recent Donor)LunaFR131680021,03425 Jun 1225 Jun 12Yes
Introduction: In Living as Lenore Tara, upon her death, is reborn in the 1600s. She meets Anyanka and a certain archangel-turned-trickster god named Loki. While we saw in BTVS canon how Anya got her vengeance start, in my version she had a little help…

Note Reading ‘Living as Lenore’ is not necessary for this story. This is just a fun little ficlet. I wrote this a long time ago but thought I would post it since I suck with LaL updates :)

Regarding Living as Lenore…sigh. I am working on it. I am seriously close to finishing it but my Muse is having issues with what I have had planned from the beginning. Gah. So, someday it will be finished. Te prometo.

And I may even add to this, someday. In my LaL world Anya and Loki have a long history :)

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural

Sjornjost, Sweden

Aud’s hands shook as she mixed together the necessary ingredients for the summoning spell. A swift wind coming through the valley chilled her but she kept her mind at the task at hand. With a wince she cut the palm of her left hand with a dagger and squeezed her blood into the ceramic bowl. She performed the necessary amount of stirring and then lit the contents of the bowl on fire and chanted.

When she was finished she stood there expectantly, nervously holding her hands in front of her and glancing throughout the small clearing in the middle of the forest. With a grunt of frustration she realized that she must have done the spell incorrectly and she cursed her dead mother for leaving such an incomplete book of spells in her care.

With a huff she turned to leave, but an amused voice stopped her.

“Well now. You call me all the way over here and you’re just going to stand me up?”

Aud whirled in surprise and the sight of the pagan god in front of her made her fall to her knees. Eyes downcast she spoke in a humble tone. “Loki, please accept the offering of ten white rabbits that I have brought for you,” she stated with a gesture at the cage sitting near the makeshift altar. The frightened fluffy creatures’ noses twitched nervously and their thumping legs were making the cage shake slightly.

The trickster god chuckled and sauntered over to the cage to carefully inspect the cage. “I’m a fan of doing it like bunnies, but not exactly sure what I’m going to do with ten rabbits.” He leered at her with a salacious gleam in his eye.

Aud paled. “I-I’m sorry. It’s all that I have.”

“Very well,” Loki sighed, but she spotted a twinkle in his eye as he popped a handsome oak chair into existence and took a seat. “Now, what is it you want of me?”

Aud sat up quickly. “I want you to curse my husband Olaf. He became intoxicated and slept with that tart of a barmaid Rannveig and I want him to pay!”

“Hmm. And I’m just supposed to do that for you?” Loki mused thoughtfully as he stroked his chin.

“Well yes. That is what you do, isn’t it? Take care of bastard men?” Aud bristled as her shoulders straightened defensively.

Loki chuckled. “Something like that. But I can tell that you know how to work a spell or two yourself. What would you think if I gave you the perfect spell to use against your husband?” His amber eyes glowed with mischief and Aud couldn’t help but return his enthusiasm.

“Oh yes! Please. Will this curse involve many boils upon his penis?” she asked eagerly.

Loki leaned in close and grinned. “Something much better,” he promised.

And later that night when the screams of “TROLL!” were sung through the night, Aud was very pleased that Loki had been spot on with his suggestion.

Not to long after, she silently thanked him for attracting D’Hoffryn’s attention. Now Aud – no, Anyanka – would be able to ensure every woman who had suffered like her would be avenged.

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