[hr][color=FF0927][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/51/83/44/5183446b7cc549d49bb7426f59bf5207.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=black] 𝖆 π–‡π–—π–šπ–˜π– π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–‰π–Šπ–†π–™π–[/color] [color=#536878]𝖆 π–‡π–—π–šπ–˜π– π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–‰π–Šπ–†π–™π–[/color][/center][/b] [/h1][/sup][/color] [right][sub][color=gray]π₯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧. Saga Antiquities | The Olympic Club 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#7ea7d8]Hel[/color] | [color=#536878]n[/color][color=#536678]o[/color][color=#536578]r[/color][color=#536478]s[/color][color=#536278]e[/color] [color=#536078]p[/color][color=#535E78]a[/color][color=#535D78]n[/color][color=#535C78]t[/color][color=#535B78]h[/color][color=#535978]e[/color][color=#535878]o[/color][color=#535778]n[/color] 𝐒𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#7BDCB5]Hebe[/color] | [color=#707B74]Loki[/color] a [@Danvers] collab [/color][/sub][/right][hr][color=BFAFB2] When the Fall happened, Odin worked his ass off for a lot of things. Making things right with the rest of the Norse pantheon was top of the list and the only one that was still considered a [sub][code]work in progress[/code][/sub]. Other notable accomplishments he can successfully say have been crossed out are; Making connections with other immortals, constantly and forever learning the ways of the world around him and establishing not one, not two, but three corporations that have made him [i]almost[/i] as wealthy as his former life. With those businesses being as successful as they are he would have thought he was done with the humdrum life of a founder and CEO. [I][S]Retired[/S][/I] Yet, here he was. Sitting behind his large oak desk, one he made sure was always available should they call him into the office to sign papers or hold meetings - to "show face" as it were. Useless. The lot of them. [color=#536878][i][sub]'What's the point of paying them if they aren't going to work for it...?'[/sub][/i][/color] There was a reason he was "retired". He put in the hard work, built the company(ies) from the ground up; literally. He shouldn't have to be here in person to sign papers. That's the beauty of the modern world; everything was electronic nowadays. Didn't change the fact that the Allfather was here instead sipping whiskey instead of champagne with a certain dark headed trickster. Another glass of whiskey down and sigh passing his lips had Odin pressing the button to his personal assistant's intercom, [color=#536878]"Miss Hebe, could you bring in those files on the latest Skara Brae dig site and another glass while you're at it, please?"[/color] Slumping back into the plush leather chair, hands coming to rub down his face, another exasperated sigh escaped him. This should have been an easy day, come in, do work shit and get out. Checking his watch he noticed that he'd already been there for nearly three hours. Pulling out his phone while he waited for Hebe to bring him his requested, he hastily typed out a message before sending: [quote] To: [color=#707B74]midnight tricksterπŸ—‘οΈβ€οΈ[/color] [color=#536878]Looking to start some chaos today? I need an excuse to get out of here and please skip the rat poison this time love[/color] [sub][code]sent[/code][/sub][/quote] A freezing chill came over him, blanketing the room as if it were covered in frost. Loose papers fluttered to the floor and the air turned crisp; burning the lungs with every breath. In the distance Odin was sure he heard the cawing of a raven. When nothing immediately happened he relaxed a bit, enough to settle back into his chair. That was when it attacked. A ghoulish figure emerging from the shadows of his office, pale as snow, screeching at the top of her lungs. A draugr. No doubt sent by Loki in his latest attempt to end his life. If Odin had time he would have rolled his eyes and scoffed at the whole situation of it. Honestly, when did Loki have the time to conduct the ritual for this? He shouldn't be surprised, it's very on brand for the Trickster. Instead, Odin was preoccupied with dodging the revenant's slashing motion as she advanced on the Norseman. Items and furniture were overturned with every backwards step the Allfather took, all in an attempt to get out of the way and find a better approach to this, currently, one sided fight. A battle was something Odin never turned away from, why would this be any different? He grabbed at anything he could, lobbing it towards the creature, only for it to phase through and land on the floor with a resounding thud. [color=#536878]"[i]Greaaaat.[/i]"[/color] The woman continued to press on, only having stopped to change directions and follow her prey. Her talon-like fingers grazed him across his right shoulder, sending him tumbling into the floor. More items were thrown from his position on the ground, all of them missed or passed through her. She was on him, so close he could see the fog of his breath, could see the jagged incision of the wound to her throat. The only thing that was left for him to use in his position was an artifact, a shield, he had procured during the fifties in a hidden castle in Wales. [color=#536878]'Shield of Evalach, said to bring holy protection... Here goes nothing,'[/color] His internal monologue cut short as he grabbed the shield and held it between him and the draugr, quickly bashing it up into her chest. Luckily, the material made contact and it sent the creature stumbling backwards into his desk. The mini battle continued on like this for some time, with Odin finally being able to land a hit, and the draugr refusing to give up. [color=#536878]"Under different circumstances, you would have done well to reach Valhalla."[/color] Another successful hit made contact and with it sent the body of the woman into the opposite wall of his office door. The noise of the door opening distracted Odin enough that the creature lunged at him, knocking his weapon away and pressed him into the floor below. Odin looked up and noticed Hebe standing there in the doorway, papers clasped between her hands. [color=#7BDCB5]"I..."[/color] The young assistant blinked, blonde hair draping over her shoulder as her head tilted to one side, akin to one examining some abstract (and bizarre) piece of art. There was a rather awkward pause before the details of the Skara Brae dig site crept up to hide the bottom half of her face, a giggle escaping her lips. [color=#7BDCB5]"I-I didnt realise you were interested in interpretative dance Mr. Odin."[/color] She managed to stammer out between her gentle bouts of laughter. Were he caught in any more of a precarious situation, Odin might have found that comment to be laughable. Instead he gestured with his eyes back and forth between the two women in the room as if to ask "can't you see?!" In a matter of seconds, the draugr screeched trying to nip at his throat before disappearing completely, an ominous sign for sure. Cautiously getting up from the ground Odin dusted himself off and took in the sight of his office with a crease between his brow. Debris and trinkets scattered throughout, littering the floor and making a mess of the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose, [color=#536878]"Helga is going to have a fucking [i]field day[/i] with this one."[/color] He approached the giggling blonde at his door and reprieved her of the items in hand, taking the paperwork and signing it against the wall - one of the few things that wasn't destroyed - before tucking it under his arm then downing his glass of whiskey in one go. Smacking his lips in pleasure he tossed the glass somewhere behind him, listening for the shattering sound to follow and turned to his assistant with a smile on his face. [color=#536878]"I do believe we're due to make an appearance at the Olympic. Care for a ride?"[/color] Regaining her composure, Hebe shook her head. [color=#7BDCB5]"Thank you but I'm going to catch the bus. This guy was telling me about how the polar bears have no ice left and it was super sad...so yeah. Bus it is."[/color] She finished with a small smile, realising he probably didn't care about any of that. [color=#7BDCB5]"I'm sure I'll see you there though Mr. Odin! And I promise I won't tell anyone about your secret hobby!"[/color] She chirped lightly. It was best not to question the Allfathers actions too much, she'd found it was better just to roll with his moods & whims. It made for a diverting day job...and at the very least he'd seemed to enjoy the dancing. Odin watched as she practically skipped out of his office, her grin still plastered on her face as if she were just let in on the most hilarious of jokes. It made him chuckle before doubling over in pain. The draugr did a number on him too it seemed. Before taking his leave he stooped low to pick up the shield that had been tossed to the side deciding to bring it along should he need the protection. When he finally arrived at the Olympic Club the atmosphere had already warped back to normal. Daily life seemed to have not been interrupted and people were still going about their day blissfully unaware. Stepping through the threshold, icy eyes locked onto his target, but not before scanning the others in attendance. Hati talking to one of the Erotes, Hel lurking about… [i]somewhere[/i] he couldn't pin her location but he could sense her. He made a mental note to speak to the Moon chaser later during the festival about restocking his utterly destroyed office. For now he simply strode in, snagging two glasses of the bubbly, and weaved through the gathering of immortals plopping down beside his brother. His [abbr=lover]elskhugi[/abbr] sat there, eyes refusing to meet his own, studying the party goers with an intensity that screamed he was scheming. So, Odin sat there talking a long sip of the mute golden liquid, a content sigh falling from him, [color=#536878]"If you stare any harder Loki, they'll surely combust and then where will be the fun in that?"[/color] [/color]