In Arms of the God

by Eos Blaze 0402

Gods are supposed to be the pinnacle of creation but he is the contradiction to the statement. Countless secrets are etched invisibly on his skin, sin drips like nectar from those lips that weave web of lies. For a myth researcher, one Jane Foster, he is the ultimate myth, the creator of all legends.But what happens when myth collides with mortality and is left wanting for more?

2. Chapter 2

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Chapter Two

Loki.

He stares at me with those poisonous green eyes as if to burn me alive but now, after two days of his constant glaring I am accustomed to the mood swings of God of Gloom and Doom. He refuses to talk, change his godly armor to put on some normal clothes or even eat the food I give him. I have to admit, he must be the most horrible among the house guests I ever had.

All he does is nothing, except for screwing me till I get tired and languorous from pleasure. And then he sits and stares out from my tiny window.

I am the one who does all the talking and sometimes the silence is so steep, it feels as if I am talking to myself.

I don't know why he came when I summoned him, he could have ignored me as he has ignored everyone. I constantly ask him the reason for his appearance out from the pages of myths, the answer I get is quietness jarred by his unnecessary breathing.

I have resigned from my post as the head researcher of the excavation team. Erik reminds me every time he calls that I have committed perhaps the biggest mistake of my life.

How should I tell him that I got the biggest prize and there is nothing of value that I could have found in the colds of Norway anyway?

As I wash my dishes in the sink I reflect upon what I have learnt about this man, which is precisely nothing. He is still sitting on my lumpy sofa, just staring fixedly on the wall, lost in his own thoughts.

I will admit that I am confused by this god. God whose misdeeds are like ink stains on the pages of Viking history. Sometimes when he thinks I am not watching, he drops that façade of indifference and the man that peeks from behind that mask breaks my heart.

So much sadness, such longing. What has he lost?

He is a god, isn't he? Then why can't he fashion the world in an image where he is happy and people don't take his name for their misdeeds.

I wonder why he can't.

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