It was inevitable that a full-fledged God would show up to
throw a wrench in what we were attempting.
I just wasn’t expecting it to be Aphrodite. Though I suppose she posed more of a problem
than just about anyone else could have.
Between Ares, the Morrigan, and Artemis it was hardly as though it would’ve
been an easy task to stop in and physically force us from the city. But Aphrodite? She was laying it on thick. I mean, I’ve spent a lot of time with Freyja
recently, sure. But I’ve never seen her
flash the charms to the extent that Aphrodite was doing there.
She had the whole city flocking to her, falling to their
knees; and she was headed right towards us.
And it was going to be trouble.
But then Lexi…called out, or something.
I’m not certain as to the specifics, but she pulled at the strings of
fate. And then suddenly it was Loki with
us instead of Munin. He wasted little
time in conjuring a fiery doorway that brought us to a shrine in the Black
Forest dedicated to Artemis. In other
words; far, far away from Aphrodite.
Might be the first time someone’s ever pulled anyone’s ass
out of the fire by throwing them into one.
Claire was, of course, worried over the whole turn of
affairs; since virtually everything and everyone that had been gathered for
this war effort had to be left behind in Troy.
And by now the whole city’s probably eating out of Aphrodite’s
hand. Loki had a solution though,
descend into Helheim to see what’s up with my Mother and he could make sure
that we could get a chunk of the undead army down there to help us.
Frankly that army’s just of secondary importance to me. Even with the side I’m on I’m not
particularly sure if deposing Zeus is a good idea, nor am I quite sure how much
of a difference it’ll make putting someone else on Olympus’s throne. But family?
That’s a different story entirely.
I’ve been worried about her ever since all contact was lost four months
ago, and was getting about ready to head down myself whenever I had the time to
pull away from the war effort for a bit.
Needless to say, going down there with backup certainly seems far more
appealing.
Since we aren’t exactly sure how long the trip would take some
supplies were gathered for it. Loki and
I ducked away from the others for a bit while that was going on. He used the fire portal again to bring us
back to where he’d been before he showed up, said he needed to find Munin. It…was a gay bar, as it turns out. It was a little awkward, I guess. But no one really hit on me.
The first thing I asked him about was my uncles. With Ragnarok forestalled…I guess I was
hoping that some sort of accord could be reached between them and the Æsir. But Loki didn’t seem to think there was much
of a chance of that. Too much
reluctance, bad blood, on both sides of that divide. It was a bit disheartening, I guess.
After that there was a lot of, just, talking with
family. Talking about how Njord was
treating me, about mother…like I said, family talk. It was nice, haven’t had too much of that
over the course of my life. Suppose it
probably makes me enjoy it all the more when it does arise.
Vayu came up a bit too, of course. It’s just…so much more complicated now. When he was just some outsider stepping in,
trying to take me from my Mother, it was easy to hate him as an outsider trying
to steal me away from my family. I mean,
some part of me wonders if he visited me because he knew the Yazata were
bringing Ragnarok about and didn’t want me to get caught up in it as one of the
Æsir.
Just, complicated; but I suppose nothing’s
been simple since my visitation.
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