It was yet another bitter cold morning in Asgard. The sun hardly ever peeked through the snow heavy clouds. Asgard is, of course, home of the Norse Gods, where the mighty Odin and his wife Frigga rule.
One goddess preferred to live alone, in the side of a large mountain. The cavern inside was dark and dank, which is exactly the way Meg preferred it. There was a large bed piled with soft furs, and a large fireplace was carved into the the mountain rock. A small candle on the nightstand, next to the bed, flickered from the cold air. Long Auburn hair spilled out from underneath the furs. Meg was in a deep sleep, buried in the bed. Her faithful stallion (Timber) was purring a peaceful snore in the corner. Suddenly, a large boom shook the cave. Meg peaked over the covers. Uninterested in whomever was at the door, she covered her face with the covers, determined to go back to sleep. The knocking continued. Groaning in defeat, Meg kicked off the covers angrily, grabbed a light robe (she only wore her a simple white tunic with gold trim at night, she figured; why should she dress elegantly for bed?) Tying the sash across her slim waste, she pulled at the metal ring on the massive stone door. Without being invited in, Her mod, the messenger god, zoomed in.
"Please, come it" Meg said dryly. Her mod adjusted his colored glasses and smoothed out his mustache.
"This is not a social call Meg" said Her mod in his usual monotone voice. He carefully unrolled a long scroll and read; "Lord Odin wishes to see you immediately on a dire matter."
Timber lifted her head in interest. "It's too early!" complained Meg, "He can wait a couple more hours." She plopped back on the bed.
"Immediately" repeated Her mod, and flew out the door.
Timber turned to look at Meg, her black eyes large. "I have no idea what he would want" reading Timbers mind. " It better be worth dragging me out of bed!" She didn't mind Odin, she just enjoyed her privacy. Meg grabbed a long, navy blue dress from the wardrobe. It had a slit riding up to her knees. She fastened a belt along with the medallion that signifying her godhood. She placed a long brown cape over her shoulders. And to complete the ensemble, she hurriedly tied her deer hide sandals over her ankles. "You can stay, I don't need a ride" Meg told Timber scratching her nose. Timber laid her head back down on the the soft blanket. Meg walked outside, then she started to pick up speed. Her godly powers were; speed, tranquility, and victory. Her duties covered; helping and aiding athletes and presiding over athletic events. As she continued running toward the Hall of the Gods, a hand jetted out in front of her. Sputtering to a stop, she saw the last person she wanted to see, ever.
"Good morning Meg". It was Thor, the Thunder god and son of Odin.
"I told you never to do that!" Meg said sharply.
"Do what?" Asked Thor innocently.
"Come near me!" Spat Meg.
Thor had always had a thing for Meg. Being the son of Odin, he was spoiled and felt he deserved everything he wanted, including Meg. "You know I make your heart thunder." Said Thor, his eyes wild. Meg's pale skin turned beat red, then she smiled wickedly.
"Perhaps", she replied softly. He leaned in to kiss her. She sped behind him and pushed him into the velocity of his own fall. He landed face first in the snow. He pulled his head out of the snow bank and glowered. Meg laughed hysterically, "Your nose now matches you name", referring to his now sore nose. She turned on her heal, kicking up the snow in his face as her legs spun, which covered Thor's head with cold wetness.
Not looking back, she finally arrived at her destination. She entered the building not sure what to expect. She came to the door at the end of the hall and rapped lightly. "Enter", called a low voice. Meg pushed open the door and stepped inside. Odin's office was decorated with horns and antlers, like much of Valhalla. Odin was sitting on a long couch and gestured Meg to sit opposite him. Meg obeyed and plopped into the stiff chair.
"I'm pleased you responded so quick", Odin began.
"Look", Meg interrupted, "He deserved it, and..."
"No, no, no. That's not what I called you here for", Odin chuckled. Meg relaxed and leaned back in her chair waiting for him to explain. "Do you recall the topic at the last council of the gods?"
Meg did a quick flashback, she remembered her head resting on her arms in front, asleep. "Not off the top of my head", she admitted.
Odin looked as if he expected no less. "We were discussing an alliance with the Greek Gods." Meg was confused. "We need as many on our side as we can recruit, if the prophesy of Ragnarok comes to pass."
Meg nodded, still confused. "And... this has what to do with me?" Odin held his clasped hands in front and said thoughtfully, "A member of their council will visit Valhalla to inspect us, to see if forming an alliance would be to their benefit, and us, in turn, to them."
Still having no idea where he was going with this. "Okay... I'm still lost in seeing how this should concern me. If your asking me to be on my best behavior just say so."
Odin stroked his beard patiently. "I want you to meet and greet our guest. You know, show them around, make them feel comfortable, then we will host a grand feast the following day, once they get settled. I would do it myself, but I must help prepare the celebration."
Meg opened her mouth to refuse, then, she thought a moment. "I will accept, on one request." Odin waited. "Keep your son away from me, for that long."
"I think that can be arranged." Agreed Odin.
As Meg left, Odin breathed a sigh of relief. His life Fri gar entered from another room.
"Well", she began, "did she agree?"
"Yes", replied Odin, helping himself to some hot cider.
"Are you sure this is what Mimir told you?" She wondered.
Odin was lost in thought. He remembered traveling to the Well of Wisdom to seek advise from Mimir the Wise, concerning the upcoming event. He had told Odin that the only way to seal the alliance between the countries was through marriage. Though he did not say between who. The Norns were not specific on the subject either. Odin didn't know if the deity representing the Greeks was male or female. All of his gods were too proud to spend an afternoon with the Greek. His goddesses were all too shy. He thought of 'Meg', who is not shy and under the proper persuasion , could act polite. Though he did not think that Meg was the marrying type. "This is what I think is best", Odin said to his wife.