[hr][color=FF0927][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/51/83/44/5183446b7cc549d49bb7426f59bf5207.gif[/img][/center] [b][center][color=black] 𝖔𝖋 π–’π–Šπ–’π–”π–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ & π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–—π–†π–Žπ–“π–Šπ–˜[/color] [color=#536878]𝖔𝖋 π–’π–Šπ–’π–”π–—π–Žπ–Šπ–˜ & π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–—π–†π–Žπ–“π–Šπ–˜[/color][/center][/b] [/h1][/sup][/color] [right][sub][color=gray]π₯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧. The Olympic Club 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#707B74]Loki[/color] [/color][/sub][/right][hr][color=BFAFB2] Odin didn't get to spend much time with Loki before being called away on business. The whole point if him being "retired" was that he didn't have to deal with trivial matters. That's what he expected at least. Didn't seem to be the case for the Allfather as he placed his phone back into his pocket and made his way back inside. Before reaching the threshold of the event hall he was hit with a massive migraine. Pain so intense it was as if his skull was being split in two. He wondered if this was how Ymir felt as he ripped apart to create the world. He could remember the screams his brothers and he pulled from the primeval being. How it tore the skies and shook the universe. Odin attributed this to the pain of giving up his eye. But those instances brought forth something good, something useful. [i]Something worthy[/i]. A positive in a time of negatives. This pain wasn't that of a welcomed nature, nothing creative was coming from this agony. It was dark and all encompassing, slow at first then all at once. Visions danced before his eyes of wraiths and other unnatural forces invisible to the mortal mind. Clawed fingers inching closer to him, trying to encircle his throat, preventing him from making a sound. It inched closer, refusing to relent in it's pursuit. A haunting sight, hollowed eyes of a skull decorated with bits of rotted flesh draped across what remained. A cloak as black as night and as light as smoke billowed in it's wake as it continued it's path towards the Allfather was a sight he thought he wouldn't have to see ever again. The tortured wails seeping from the open mouth was enough to make him cover his ears for fear it would burrow into his brain to deliver a deadly strike. And then just as quickly, they disappeared, as if they weren't there to begin with. With the pain subsided, Odin stood from his crouched position on the ground, having no memory of how he got there in the first place, straightened himself out and continued on his walk into the venue. In no time at all he reached his companion, a brother from the beginning, a lover of times more recent. Loki sat back and just watched with trained eyes of mischief. A type of chaos that worried others to the bone but for Odin it was just Loki. He wouldn't be the same if he didn't have this type of presence about him. Leaning low to the trickster's ear he teased him from his chair, [color=#536878]"Come, [abbr=my love]Γ‘stin mΓ­n[/abbr]. Let me take you on a proper date,"[/color] With an outstretched hand he took the silver tongued in his grasp and led him out of the venue. They will have time enough to eat Ambrosia later, for now, Odin wished to sample a different type of treat. [/color]