The girl LOVED plushies. Her love of them would be an understatement. She never loved something more than a plush. Childish so it may seem, but she didn’t care. She was able to have something to her own. Something to hold, and to protect and to claim as hers. She had never had something to her own, so to her. A Plushie was something more than just a toy.
She’s loved them ever since she was a child. While wondering on the outskirts of her home forest; the chub had found a worn down, torn gray bear that would soon be happily shoved into her mouth and marched back to her home cave. THAT started the obsession. That one finding, that ONE little bear. It was the object that would start a love – an obsession to be specific - that would follow her into adulthood.
Murk learned how much Loki loved plushies when she would leave the cave in the middle of the night and come back with new ones. Most of them were raggedy, torn and old. But she would occasion