That was going to be tough. Loki was still refusing to teach me shapeshifting. I was good at glamors, but fooling Anansi?

Which meant I had to resort to something else. I found Monica at her apartment. She had the door locked and triple bolted and was shivering. “I can’t keep them out.”

“I’ll call a witch for you, see if we can set up wards.”

“And I know…I know how they died. All of them.”

Maybe this was a bad idea. “Monica. I need your help. To end this.”

“Me?”

“You. And I don’t need you to talk to ghosts or read their minds. I promise.” A pause. “Also, have a brownie.”

“The lethal kind?”

I nodded, but she took one anyway, munching on it as if it was the medication to cure all of her ills.

“Okay. I need you to make me look as completely different as possible.”

“I thought you could just…” She snapped her fingers.

“I can, but that’s not going to fool the person I need to fool. He won’t be expecting me to do it without magic.”

Monica grinned. “Let me guess, gods always assume people aren’t going to do things mundanely.”

“That’s how Thor in drag got past.” I grinned a bit, but it was weak. It was good to see a better expression on her face.

“Thor in…oh, wait.”

“Yeah, he was disguised as Freya. I’m pretty sure Loki just used makeup.”

Monica nodded. “Well…I don’t think we want to just use makeup. Come into the bedroom.”

In the bedroom I saw a dress form, empty, and several wig heads.

“Let’s see here. It’s always better to use a wig if you can. This is a lace front – they’re more expensive but also more effective.”

“The kind actresses use?”

“Well, yes, except a lot of actresses are clean shaven or have a buzz cut underneath. Hiding your hair’s going to be a little more challenging, but he won’t be expecting short hair.”

He wouldn’t. Especially as I was pretty sure short hair was utterly unfashionable in Asgard, and not just for women.

“And…the rest will be makeup. And clothes. We’re close to the same size, at least…”