She looked up from the books she had been organising, glancing at the head librarian and lifting a delicate black eyebrow at her. “….Have you tried the top of your head, Lady Snotra?”
"What?" Snotra’s eyes followed Lofn’s to the top of her head and the head librarian laughed. "Oh no, not this pair."
She plucked the spectacles daintily off her head and looked through the many layered lenses.
"No," Snotra continues with a smile. "These are my ‘deciphering ancient, faded and messily written codes’ glasses. I’m searching for the ‘keeping an eye on rowdy einherjar cadets trying to find a ridiculous quest to go on’ spectacles. There’s a few two aisles away, did you not hear them?"
"I heard them," her tone was pleasant, but a little unabiding. She hated that the warriors believed they could just come into the place and pull it apart at their leisure. The warriors in this Asgard were as entitled as ever. Loki (Lofn, Lofn, you are Lofn now) sighed and put aside the book she’d had in her hands.
"Where was the last place you saw them? Surely they are around here somewhere…" she let her gaze scan Snotra a moment, looking to see if she had a second set of spectacles on her.
"Did you leave them on your desk?"
~ Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via jaimegoldhand)