based on this prompt:
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"I tell you these potions will work. They came guaranteed from a very reliable source."

Hodur looked over. Across the tables, on the other side of the feasting hall, the two princes were drinking with their companions. The air was hot from the fires and many people in the hall. He leaned closer to his companion, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. "Nothing's happening." He waited, while the other scoffed. "How did you get this into their drinks anyway? What if there's a mistake?"

"Calm down," Baldur answered confidently. "It's all been planned out. And I didn't drug their cups—all I needed was to get a few drops of this potion onto each of them. When sober, they won't know a thing—but the more they drink, the stronger the effects of the drug will be, until they can't keep their hands off each other."

Hodur leaned back. He watched as the princes downed cup after cup, sending them falling onto the ground before taking another. "All right," he admitted. "That's good, that's very good. Where did you get it, anyway?"

Baldur smiled. "Trade secrets," he said. He spun the little vials in his hand, and looked at the two princes pensively. He fingered the blue one, sighing. "I wanted to give this one to Thor," he admitted.

"Why didn't you?" Hodur asked curiously.

Baldur laughed incredulously. "Can you imagine the suspicion? No… the younger prince is the sorcerer, and a trickster besides… it will be much more believable this way." He slipped the vials back into his pocket.

Hodur grinned at Baldur's black expression. "Thor will get his comeuppance," he said. "It shouldn't be long now… we can sit here and watch the show."

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