[hr] [hr][color=eed853][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ae/82/25/ae8225186ac04b31abc54533f6428476.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=#8e482e]𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=#536878]Jupiter's Charity Event[/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAeIg0lpBxg][COLOR=#295751]ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ[/color][/url][/right][/sup][/indent][hr] [color=BFAFB2] [quote]October 9, 2020 To: [color=#295751]Moon Hater🌙✨[/color] 7:36am make sure to swing by my place later. gotta job for you [img]https://i.imgur.com/NwNNCCm.gif[/img][/quote] The Alföðr was pleased with his rhetoric when it came to texting those that openly despised him and loathed his entire being. Not like it affected him at all. Small inconveniences. Water off a ducks back or some such thing... When the young wolf received a text message from Odin it took everything within him to not chuck the cellular device into the river beside the trail in which he found himself running along. As he took the time to examine the article once more he observed the pack of dogs that had decided to tag-along. Though one, happy go lucky pup was missing from his general vicinity and Hati had to curse aloud, causing the animals to scatter back to their owners. [color=#295751][i]"Sköll."[/i][/color] The name was like gravel behind his teeth, placing his phone into a secure pocket he began his morning run, hoping to come across the sun chaser sooner rather than later. Odin would just have to wait. [center][color=#2C302C]•[/color][color=#34322C]•[/color][color=#3C342C]•[/color][color=#44362C]•[/color][color=#4C382C]•[/color][color=#543A2C]•[/color][color=#5D3C2C]•[/color][color=#653E2D]•[/color][color=#6D402D]•[/color][color=#75422D]•[/color][color=#7D442D]•[/color][color=#85462D]•[/color][color=#8E482D]•[/color][color=#85462D]•[/color][color=#7D442D]•[/color][color=#75422D]•[/color][color=#6D402D]•[/color][color=#653E2D]•[/color][color=#5D3C2C]•[/color][color=#543A2C]•[/color][color=#4C382C]•[/color][color=#44362C]•[/color][color=#3C342C]•[/color][color=#34322C]•[/color][/center] Evening came sooner than Hati would have expected, but he wasn't upset by it. On the contrary, he valued the sight of the moon hanging high in the sky and was content with sitting there at the window in the belly of the beast as Odin paraded around his home, a couple of drinks in hand. [COLOR=#536878]"Here, drink up."[/color] When Hati just eyed the beverage the Allfather could do nothing more than roll his own icy blues before taking a sip from the both of them and shoving a glass into the wolf pup's hands. [COLOR=#536878]"If I were to end you, I would have done so long ago. Besides, this is too good to ruin."[/color] As if to punctuate the statement he took a long swig of the amber inebriant. Hati on the other hand just sat there, long legs sprawled out in the rugged space between them. Always he had told himself, that once he was rid of his ties with Odin he would never come back. He would never again find himself in the Allfather's presence. Not unless absolutely necessary. This was not one of those times. A small sip from his own rock's glass and he was holding it in front of him, a false shield wall between the two. The ticking of a clock somewhere within the confines of his home was delayed. Hati's impeccable hearing could pick up on the water traveling through the pipes in the walls from the other occupants on the floor beneath them. How the home settled like old bones, creaking and moaning under the lack of presence of use. Leaning forward placing elbows to knees, his voice called out, husky and dark, [color=#295751]"My, [i]my[/i] what a spacious home you have carved out for yourself, [i]Alföðr[/i]. Shame really, that there isn't a soul willing to occupy it."[/color] Subtly wasn't really something that Hati had perfected in his repertoire, but anything was possible when he was pitted in the same room as Odin. Nothing seemed to phase the older male as he sat there, leg propped up upon the other, relaxing posture in his leather back chair. Fingers idly tapping at the rivets hammered into the fabric and frame. A simple nod was his only given reply to the wolf cub as he leisurely continued to sip his drink. [color=#295751]"Spit it out already, what am I doing here? What's the job?"[/color] Hati wasn't one for speeding up processes, he liked to take his time, enjoy the chase, relish in the thrill of the kill. Mother always did warn him not to play with his food... [i]this[/i] however was different. Licking his lips after an annoying 'pop' away from the rim of the glass and Odin was ready to get down to business. Stormy blues raging like a hurricane off the coast of the fjords, glaring down into the could of the man before him. [COLOR=#536878][sub][i]'No. Not man. Not wholly.'[/i][/sub][/color] Odin stood from his comfortable chair, his favorite if he were being truthful, a timeless piece in his home away from home. One of the few things he carries with him through all the traveling the Colossus had impeded on him. [COLOR=#536878]"I need an escort to Jupiter's fancy event—"[/color] [color=#295751]"Why not employ your oh so loyal son? Or any number of the mortals on his payroll?"[/color] at the mention of loyal and thor in the same breath caused a rumble in Odin's chest that couldn't be quelled with some cheap liquor. Two words he wouldn't place next to one another if given the chance. But he let it fade, [i]somewhat[/i], and reminded himself that Hati was still just a pup comparatively to himself and the world as a whole. [COLOR=#536878]"Because I need someone that will provide decent company while there,"[/color] his tone was even, with an air of playfulness that only would come from the mouth of someone up to something. As he began to pour himself another glass, this time more heavy handed than before, his eyes burned an even more crystalline blue, a scene, a thought crossing his mind, [COLOR=#536878][sub][i]'Besides, it seemed he's got his hands full enough as is...'[/i][/sub][/color] Huginn and Muninn helped immensely in gathering information on the topic of those near to him. His son and ex were not excluded from this. [COLOR=#536878]"—and anyways I need someone willing and charismatic. A go getter, someone hungry for a better future-"[/color] [color=#295751]"Someone you can manipulate you mean."[/color] It wasn't a question, but it wasn't something the Valfather hadn't expected. He still had his ways and wits about him. Odin tried to hide the ever growing smirk that attempted to split his mouth in two. He had to turn around, his back to an enemy, a little bit of show to appease the wolf's distrusting nature, as he refilled his glass with more of the peated malt. A trusted decadence of his. The distillery, once started up by he himself many, many lifetimes ago, steeped in the roots of his lineage had served the founders and their ancestor proud. The black glass of the decanter where it sat was sleek, adorned in gold inlay and a number of knots and the axe head logo laser scribed into the cruet just lifted his spirits. The sherry seasoned oak casks that this particular bottle was matured it added to give the whiskey its smoky, sweet flavor that would have had any mortal watering at the mouth. [COLOR=#536878]"I mean, if you think you're so easily manipulated, you're [i]free[/i] to walk out that door."[/color] The added stress on the young wolf's trigger word was too delicious to pass up. The younger male shifted in his windowed seat, glancing up at the moon every so often, fiddling with the rim of the lowball in his hands liquid having already been drained long ago. Odin strode across the room, snatched the drink ware from his unsuspecting grasp and was already back in front of the bar pouring another glass for his guest, a quiet, [i]'One for the road'[/i] slipping out before passing it back to Hati. [COLOR=#536878]"But just know this. You would be foolish to refuse an order from me."[/color] [color=#295751]"Heh. I wasn't aware you were in the business of making demands of others. you couldn't keep that pretty little wife of yours for long. Tired of being commanded around? Thanks but no thanks."[/color] Setting the rich colored drink down, Hati pushes to a standing position, rotating his shoulder from lack of use and sitting tense the entire time. As he makes a few strides across the floor he is stopped by Odin's voice calling out to him. Wolf or not, no one would be so ignorant and disdainful to ignore a good deal when it comes around, especially not from the Allfather. His voice was commanding, threatening, booming even without the volume. It was there, plain as they were standing only a mere feet from one another. [COLOR=#536878]"It's a shame you have forgotten the consequences of the last time you disobeyed a directive."[/color] How easily he could reach out and reprimand this pup as if he were his own offspring. In another time, perhaps. But as it stood with the new day in age assault—no matter how warranted wasn't something that boded well with others. Instead, subtle threats that could and would be acted upon without any proof of their existence was something else entirely. Nothing more was needed. The unspoken threat that hung in the air was heavy laced with truth. It would have only been a matter of time before Odin made good on it, and who was to say that he wouldn't turn his ire towards Sköll in order to harm Hati? He wouldn't put it past the geezer. He wouldn't gamble Sköll's life or freedom and happiness for one more job. That's what he told himself to help him swallow the acid that wanted to surface, [color=#295751]"Fine, but I'm driving [i]gamall maður[/i]."[/color] [COLOR=#536878]"Wouldn't have it any other way, [i]úlfur hvolpur[/i]"[/color] [center][color=#2C302C]•[/color][color=#34322C]•[/color][color=#3C342C]•[/color][color=#44362C]•[/color][color=#4C382C]•[/color][color=#543A2C]•[/color][color=#5D3C2C]•[/color][color=#653E2D]•[/color][color=#6D402D]•[/color][color=#75422D]•[/color][color=#7D442D]•[/color][color=#85462D]•[/color][color=#8E482D]•[/color][color=#85462D]•[/color][color=#7D442D]•[/color][color=#75422D]•[/color][color=#6D402D]•[/color][color=#653E2D]•[/color][color=#5D3C2C]•[/color][color=#543A2C]•[/color][color=#4C382C]•[/color][color=#44362C]•[/color][color=#3C342C]•[/color][color=#34322C]•[/color][/center] [sub][right][color=#8e482e][b][i]The night of October 16th[/i][/b][/color][/right][/sub] Who in their right mind would chose to go to some stuffy event and believe it to be [i]fun[/i]? Apparently Odin. Once a mighty silver wolf, tearing across the skies giving chase the Moon in hopes that he would be on time more often than he was, now reduced to being trapped in a mortal frame and playing guard dog to the man who cursed him and his family in the first place. A heavy sigh breached his lips as he stalked out of the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/de/21/19/de21191534041de72067d8ee264a75a1.jpg][color=#8e482e]Audi R8[/color][/url]. The black matte finish making the powerful car stand out more against those that shone under the street lights and whatever remaining sunlight that had decided to linger on the horizon just a tad bit longer than need be. Thought of how Sköll wasn't keeping to his job of keeping Sunna on task popped into his mind and his sigh veered into a low, dark chuckle. After circling the vehicle and passing the keys to the valet, a mild threat on his lips and posture warning the mortal to take care of her, he was opening the door for [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e1/b7/19/e1b7197f499067e1c8dfd799e0efe7c4.jpg][COLOR=#536878]Odin[/color][/url] to emerge. [color=#295751][sub][i]'How the mighty have fallen,'[/i][/sub][/color] Hati thinks crestfallen more to himself, seeing as how Odin had not a worry in the world it seemed. Regardless of how close to his breast he kept an enemy. Hati refused to bear his teeth. Not yet. His time would soon come. It was only for the night. Only for tonight. After the appropriate amount of pictures and questions answered on Odin's part, some directed to the silver wolf of the night though he was adept enough to dodge or ignore them completely, and they were passing through the threshold of the white building. If anything came from this evening it was that they both enjoyed the speed with which brought them here—[url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7e/28/65/7e2865338400745301a4e700c8aa4809.jpg][color=#295751]Hati[/color][/url] had a need for speed and Odin was always one to partake in adrenaline chasing—and that they both agreed that the aesthetics of the place were nothing to be desired. Snatching up a pair of flutes from the passing waitstaff Odin held one out to his detail, of which he just scoffed and turned a quarter of an inch away from the incoming arm. [COLOR=#536878]"Stubbornness brings either greater humiliation or greater honor, do well to remember that, Hati."[/color] [color=#295751]"And hungry dogs are never loyal, [i]Alföðr[/i]. You do well to remember yourself. Even you can only retain so much knowledge before you are forced to lose it all to old age and time."[/color] Hati hummed, his response low and gravely. A bite and edge to his words, though he refused to mask any intention behind the words spat. Hunched shoulders as he scanned the room in search of a familiar face that could pull him away from the burden that was the Allfather. Odin disregarded the disrespect with which Hati threw around like air. It was inevitable that he would garner so much hatred for him. He had no delusion otherwise. His calling and utilizing the young wolf's presence was not entirely for a security detail—he was sure he could handle that on his own—but more for the sake of getting him out and reconnect with the family he so desperately clings to. Regardless of how desperately he tries to come off as cold and distant. Odin snorted at the thought. Sure, Hati was prickly, but he wasn't so cut and dry like some of the others. In response the Allfather downed the bubbly, setting the empty glass on a different tray and clutching the remaining in his hands, [COLOR=#536878]"Then you should feast."[/color] Last words before the Norseman left a wild and famished wolf behind in search of a familiar red headed, silver tongued devil. [/color]