[center][img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9n9y7wFNO1qb9f3c.gif[/img] [img]http://fontmeme.com/freefonts/img.php?f=108740&s=55&t=Jordan%20Natter&c=00CC66[/img] [h2]&[/h2] [img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Maxim%F3n&name=DawningofaNewDay.ttf&size=70&style_color=F7E98F[/img] [img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/7be0f490814abba2bb6c3d0cbf6db94f/tumblr_mp62jcFjad1qh8wr8o2_r1_500.gif[/img] [i]“Asgard more like Assgard.”[/i] [b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Asgard [b][u]Interaction:[/u][/b] Each Other and Interrupting Iðunn[/center] [hr][hr] The fact that an entire galaxy had disappeared, just like that? Sebastian should’ve been worried, even taking into account how the Mesoamerican and Norse Pantheons have never seen eye-to-eye. Odin’s death, and now this, those two events were something bordering on catastrophic, a telltale sign of forthcoming destruction. If even Odin could fall victim to such an attack, what did it mean for the rest of them? Truth be told, however, he really couldn’t bring himself to care about what had happened. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the countless years he’d already spent as a boring, old human - either way, he didn’t think any of this was worth his concern. If there was someone out there coming after them, then so be it. They’d already spent far too long meddling in the affairs of the universe, anyway. Still, in spite of any misgivings he might’ve had, the vehemence in Mani’s voice was unmistakable. Evidently, the Personification cared a great deal about Odin’s death, and the disappearance of the stars, but Sebastian couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when he started gesturing wildly at the little slideshow he’d prepared. What were they, in high school? He was expecting something a little more Tony Stark-esque; a swish, flick, and voila! A 3D hologram of whatever the hell you wanted. The gravity of the situation seemed lost on Sebastian, even as images of the quickly vanishing Andromeda flashed across the screen. The whole affair seemed laughable, almost ludicrous - Sebastian could hardly believe such a thing was possible. Who knew that even in death, Odin would be such a troublemaker? Jordan wasn’t particularly fazed by Mani’s loud entrance either, staring at him as he rushed past to show them something apparently [i]very[/i] important. Something to do with stars and galaxies? He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t really been listening, just looking at the pictures of the stars and ooh yes, they were very pretty stars. His brow furrowed slightly, however, as he saw them blinking out of existence, chunks of them disappearing with each photo, as if someone were taking massive bites out of a galactic cookie. Then Emmanuel stopped changing the photos, went on a rant and really, Jordan wasn’t going to pay attention to a word of that. He did smile however, at the look on Tyr’s face when Mani patted his stump of a hand before sitting down. What came after that was a little more successful in garnering his attention. Talk of investigations and suspects...even after considering just how many shots he’d had, it wasn’t too hard to put two and two together. If they were thinking it was someone within the Norse Pantheon, well, bets were probably on him and the rest of his family. Groaning and slumping in his seat, he looked pitifully up at Max. “All I wanted, was to get shitfaced. Really. And now this?” Sebastian just shot Jordan a knowing grimace in response. All this talk of investigation? It sounded like a textbook witch hunt, and he [i]really[/i] wasn’t about to take that lying down. The whole thing sounded like far too much effort, and the mere thought of spending the rest of his night under interrogation was enough to elicit from him a groan of despair. Why couldn’t they have just left him alone? He hadn’t even gone anywhere [i]near[/i] Australia, and for God’s sake, he was literally [i]this close[/i] to getting laid. “Man, fuck this.” Again, his words came out a little more loudly than he’d expected. What can he say? He was an angry drunk, and under the circumstances, loudly complaining seemed to be the only thing he could do to alleviate his displeasure. Well, apart from harassing the other deities, he supposed. Maybe they’d throw him out if he caused enough of a disruption, and then he could finally, [i]finally[/i] get back to his life. “Why do we even have to put up with this shit?” Unsteadily, he clambered to his feet, irascible, brown eyes darting around the hall like he was looking for someone to sue. There was a brief moment of silence as rows upon rows of gods got herded off for questioning, and Sebastian had to wonder if they were next. Jordan would no doubt be one of the prime suspects - after all, his history with Odin wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. If anyone here had a motive to kill the Allfather, it would be Loki and his children. Jordan had been leaning quite comfortably against Sebastian, until he stood. Letting out a noise of indignation as he slipped to the side, he glared up at him (“Sorry, cariño,” came Sebastian’s reply, a sheepish grin plastered on his face). The other gods were getting up as well however, and he pushed himself up onto his feet reluctantly, making an unnoticeable adjustment to his clothes. Half-heartedly, he tried to get his hair back in some semblance of neatness, but the wavy strands falling over his face every which way were apparently vehemently against that. Patting Sebastian’s shoulder clumsily, he attempted to console him somewhat. “C’mon, it won’t be that bad. They probably haven’t even considered you as a suspect. You won’t be kept for very long.” Sebastian just snorted, looking at Jordan like he’d just grown a second head. “Yeah, well, can’t say the same for you. You’ve got a target painted right on your back. Maybe we can get out of here without anyone noticing… or maybe just find some mead. I’m not [i]nearly[/i] drunk enough for this.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Sebastian wandered off in a seemingly random direction, and he waved Jordan over with a vague hand gesture. If he wanted to drink himself into a stupor, then he was going to drink himself into a stupor. The death of a trillion stars wasn’t going to stop him from getting absolutely shitfaced - in fact, it was an amazing reason [i]to[/i] get shitfaced. You know, to drown his sorrows, and all that. “How well do you know your way around here?” He questioned, leaning in a little too closely, a conspiratorial arm slung around Jordan’s shoulders. To be perfectly frank, Jordan had only the vaguest memories of Asgard. And none of them were located anywhere near these halls. The only thing that was familiar at all, was how goddamn shiny everything was, and just how many pillars were scattered all over the place. And weren’t those a Greek thing anyway? But he nodded, grinned, and pulled him off in a direction that was vaguely (not at all) familiar. It wasn’t too long before they were lost. He could still hear the voices of the other gods, but he didn’t have a clue about how to get back. And it was dimmer here, the light not as bright as it had been in the hall, and he supposed they were probably using up all the electricity they had to put on that show with the ceiling anyway. Turning to face Sebastian, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I may or may not have lied when I said that I knew my way around?” Sebastian’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he eyed Jordan with some measure of impatience, but after a quick glance at the winding hallways of Asgard, he came to the conclusion that getting lost here probably happened far too much for comfort. It all looked the same to him - towering marble pillars and golden floors - and [i]Jesus Christ[/i], the money they must’ve spent on upkeep alone. “I think I came to the realisation about five minutes back. Thank you, Jordan.” Sebastian declared, a long, heaving sigh bubbling up from his lungs. The fact must’ve been exceedingly obvious to Jordan, seeing as how he was the one who got them into this predicament in the first place, but the look in Sebastian’s eyes, that was a different story entirely, near-unnoticeable in the dim lighting. Somehow, they’d managed to slip past the ever-watchful Athena, though that was probably due to the distraction wrangling a couple dozen gods warranted. But now that they found themselves alone, a familiar idea, much like the one from earlier, popped into his head. “I think we’ve got some time before anyone finds us.” With a quick stride forwards, he had Jordan pinned up against the wall, fingers lightly brushing against his jaw. For a moment, he didn’t do anything besides stand there, close enough to Jordan that he could feel his breath on his skin. His companion looked a far cry from how he did earlier that evening; cheeks flushed, clothes rumpled, and his immaculately styled hair even more so. Sebastian would be lying if he said he didn’t find the entire thing incredibly attractive, and his next words came out in a suggestive rumble, lips curling into a smirk. “Now, where were we?” Jordan’s eyes slanted dangerously and a grin of his own danced on his lips. “Think I might forget if you don’t hurry up.” He punctuated that by leaning forward and pressing their lips together hungrily, hands running up Sebastian's face and into his tangled mop of hair once more. Pushed back onto the wall again, he grinned, feeling the chill seep into his back. And if his teeth were just a little sharper, or if his tongue felt like it was forked, well… Sebastian wasn’t freaking out about it. Sebastian kissed back with fervour, and he barely noticed the teeth until he pulled away to catch his breath, a drop of blood starting to bead on his lower lip. For a moment, he paused, tongue swiping out to taste the dark, crimson fluid. His arms were still wrapped tightly around Jordan’s waist when he surged forward once again, this time, going for the throat. He pressed his lips against the rapid beating of Jordan’s pulse, kissing a path towards his jaw, teeth scraping skin. Jordan tipped his head back with a slight exhalation as Sebastian nuzzled his neck, hands moving down from his head to map a path down his back. Then their lips met again, fervent and clumsy. Jordan forgot [i]why[/i] exactly they hadn’t done this earlier. The world narrowed down to Sebastian’s hands and mouth and anywhere else they were touching. It was all going so well, until- “...Oh!” Unless Jordan’s vocal cords had magically transformed into those of a teenage girl, Sebastian had reason to believe that the exclamation of surprise did not, in fact, come from him. So, it was through process of elimination that he came to the conclusion that there was someone else there with them. It wasn’t [i]that[/i] hard to put two and two together, but he had the strangest sense of déjà vu, like this kind of interruption was something that’d already happened today. Reluctantly, he pulled back, searching for the source of the voice, and surprise, surprise, there the culprit was. [url=http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m080wzjpy61r1r19a.gif]A young girl[/url], no older than seventeen, stood in the centre of the hall, eyes wide, mouth formed in an ‘O’ shape; the very picture of scandalised disbelief. Her long golden hair was tied in a braid, reaching down to her small of her back, and her eyes were an alarming shade of blue. It was easy enough to peg her as part of the Norse Pantheon - Iðunn, most likely, judging from her young, girlish features. Sebastian had only met her once or twice, but for all intents and purposes, she seemed nice, much unlike the rest of her kin. Getting interrupted for the second time, however, it pissed him off; and if he ended up ripping her a new one, could you really blame him? “Who the hell are you?” The girl let out a squeak of surprise, instinctively shrinking back when Sebastian turned the full intensity of his sullen glare on her. “I-Iðunn.” (He called it.) “You guys can’t be here. Tyr says everyone has to stay in Valhalla till the questioning’s over.” Jordan turned his head to narrow his eyes at her as well. Really, was the universe [i]dead-set[/i] on him getting cockblocked at every turn? He knew Iðunn, well, kind of. She was kinder than most of the gods, although a little vague sometimes. She certainly didn’t like any of Loki’s family however, after that nasty little incident with the giant. As soon as she seemed to realise it was him pressed up against the wall, a more indignant look settled onto her face, and she turned up her nose, the very picture of a prim and proper young lady. “Anyway, you should get back to the hall and find out what group you’re in.” Turning on her heel with a sniff, she stalked away, apparently expecting them to follow her like good little kids. Jordan turned his head back to look at Sebastian with one eyebrow raised. Even if the goddess was older than the both of them, she still looked like a child, and he was [i]not[/i] going to be seen trailing after her like a lost puppy. “Are we going to go with her now, or wait for Tyr to come and have a fit about us being gone? I don’t [i]think[/i] he’d resort to killing us…” There was nothing funnier than seeing the control-freak god lose it, even if there was a high risk of death attached to it. Sebastian seemed undecided, gaze flickering back to Jordan from the retreating silhouette of Iðunn. On one hand, he [i]really[/i] wanted to get back to that thing they had going, though was it really worth incurring Tyr’s wrath for? He had to admit, the sight of the Norse God blowing a gasket was pretty hilarious, but he preferred to laugh at him while standing safely on the sidelines. There was a lot Tyr could still do, even with a missing hand; and hey, chances were that if they stayed here, they’d only get interrupted [i]again[/i]. Getting into Jordan’s pants seemed an exercise in futility, at this point. “He’s not going to kill us,” Sebastian began, taking care to avoid pinning a ‘probably’ on the end. “But I don’t wanna stay here and find out.” Jordan let out a sigh but pushed himself off the wall anyway, brushing himself down with the same outcome as the last time he'd done it. Indulging himself with one more kiss before they both had to go back and face interrogation, he pulled away reluctantly. Iðunn was still waiting for them at the end of the corridor, tapping her foot impatiently. It was cute how she seemed to think that she was being authoritative. He walked up to her, and swept a hand forward mockingly, an obviously fake respectful look on his face. “Lead on m’lady.” [hr][hr] Soon enough, they found themselves back amidst their so-called brethren. Iðunn seemed to know her way around Asgard like the back of her hand, and Sebastian would almost be impressed if he wasn’t so miffed. Sighing, he plopped himself down on an empty chair, accepting that his mission for the night had ended in complete failure. No mead, no sex, and to top it all off, they still had to hang around this dump for God knows how long. Tyr would doubtlessly flip his shit if anyone else tried to make a quick escape. “You know,” Sebastian motioned for Jordan to come closer. “You could come to my place after this. If they manage to get everyone processed before the next Ragnarök, anyway.” Jordan flopped down into his own chair and absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. That last statement of Sebastian’s was right-in fact, he was surprised that they'd gotten this whole thing together so quickly after Odin’s death. Normally they just held endless meetings and made long winding speeches until everyone was bored out of their minds, even anyone that was actively trying to pay attention. He suspected that Tyr had been about to go out on a tangent at the beginning, but had been cut off quickly by Athena. Smart of her. “If there's a possibility of us getting out of here any time soon,”[i] not likely[/i] “we're definitely going to my place. No offence, but your place is a constant dump.” He did sling an arm over Sebastian’s shoulders to take the edge off the insult however. He thought bitterly that whatever he did say however, they’d find a way to pin the blame on him somehow. “[i]Wow[/i], low blow.” Sebastian began to explain with a disdainful sniff, though there was no real malice in his voice. “I'll have you know, [i]Mister Perfect[/i], it’s called [i]organized chaos[/i]. Everything is right where they need to be.” Just as quickly as it’d appeared, his expression of annoyance quickly dissolved into one of lazy nonchalance. “But your place is fine too, I guess. ‘Least I don’t gotta clean up afterwards.” With a one-shouldered shrug, he turned his attention back to the situation at hand, leaning back against his chair. As much as he loathed this interrogation, it seemed as if there was nothing left to do but cooperate. The sooner they could get out of here, the better, and if there was even the slightest chance that this would be over within the next century or two, he wasn’t about to risk prolonging the torture.