In A MomentHow much can one moment hold?More Like This
You're here. I'm here. Finally alone together. No interruptions.
There's a skewered human bleeding on the floor. He's not important.
There's a thick layer of glass between us, but that's always been there, hasn't it? An unbreachable barrier. Invisible at just the right angle.
You're making that face again. That one you make when you're so angry you can't decide what to do. You want to break something, but nothing is readily available. You want to snarl and shout but the words won't come. So you stand there, shaking with impotent rage.
It's a similar look to when you're about to cry.
That means I've finally gotten through.
Now you know I'm not playing a child's game anymore.
I had wondered what it would take. Stealing the Tesseract. Killing in mass. Bending the minds of those weaker than us to twist them to my purpose. All these things you were willing to forgive if I would just come home.
It must be so taxing for you, grasping continually fo
Asgardian Angst: Day 5Asgardian Angst: Day FiveMore Like This
The visit of the Olympians got my father to wondering about our version of the Divine Messenger. After all, the Egyptians have Thoth, the Romans have Mercury and the Greeks have Hermes. Even the Christians have the souls of the Saints to deliver messages between the mortal and immortal realms.
Soon after Apollo recovered from the incident with Mjolnir, the Olympians left Asgard vowing never to return. Honestly, they won't be missed. However, Father became obsessed with ranks and titles. Everyone has to have a title now like "god of love", "goddess of spring", etcetera. He handed them out like lightning. No one was missed. Even the lowliest stable hand now has an important sounding title. It's ridiculous.
Mine is naturally, God of Mischief. (I am so much more than that, but Father never had a grand imagination.)
Naturally, he holds the most important title.
He's calling himself "The Allfather". I guess "Godfather" just was not aggrandizing
Asgardian Angst: Day 4Asgardian Angst: Day 4More Like This
The sun may never rise on Olympus again. And for once the ensuing chaos CANNOT, in any manner whatsoever, be blamed on me! This one is all Thor's fault.
Apollo is now lying face down on the dining hall floor with Mjolnir firmly attached to his backside. Luckily for Apollo, it is not in his backside, just lying on top of him.
Frig arrived late to the show. He's always late. And what was the first thing he saw, the epitome of a mythology fan-girl fantasy. The sight of my brother's nether regions about to get tickled by the sun god was too much to bear. Frig burst into maniacal laughter.
He laughed so hard, he split the seams of his tunic.
In fact, I think he wet himself.
The uproar Frig caused was enough to make Thor turn his head. Never have I seen my brother move so quickly. He was on his feet and dressed in less than a blink of an eye.
Apollo demanded my brother finish the match. Thor roared "No way in Niflheim, you Ergified* Mewling Quim