So, my friends, I'm back again after all. As I thought more and more about it, I realized I probably should write another chapter since for some reason this week I just have a lot of time on my hands. It's nice, but its also rare, so don't expect another update before next month or even longer. Unless I change my mind again, of course. Whatever.

"Gray, you're Sigyn's son, born to someone other than Loki, and he can't bear it. He will stop at nothing to kill you."

Way to kill the mood, bitch.

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Really, Magnus? You couldn't have picked a better time to drop that bomb on me? I was in such a good mood. To one side was a gorgeous DILF and to the other side was his also-gorgeous son. Yet, was there a threesome? No. Double penetration? No. Spit roasting? No! It was a waste in all honesty.

"So. I've got a vengeful god trying to murder me because my mom got knocked up by another man."

"It would appear so," Frey replied, sympathetically. Despite my attraction, I found that phrase to be particularly obnoxious. I noticed Sam's expression, which seemed less surprised than I would have liked. "You have anything to say, Sammy?"

"I'll take your current situation as an excuse not to slice you open for calling me that. And no, actually, I don't have anything to say, except that when it comes to my father, there is no easy way to stop him."

I gasped briefly, before Magnus interjected. "But don't think we'd let him get you. We're obviously gonna stop him."

"Yeah yeah, hold up, pause..." I began, still not done with Sam. "You said Loki is your father?"

"Yes, but I am not proud."

"Wouldn't that make us, like, step-cousins or something?"

"I'm pretty sure we're not related. Thank Odin."

"Well aren't you just a sweetheart."

Obviously I was immensely disappointed that we wouldn't be seeing each other at family gatherings. Obviously.

In an effort to redirect the conversation, Frey butted in with an ever so helpful icebreaker. "So, aside from the whole about-to-get-murdered-by-Loki thing, how's your stay at Valhalla been?"

How thoughtful.

Angry, scared, and more confused than ever, I stormed out, slamming the door behind me for dramatic effect. It was fine, I was alright. Just about to get slaughtered painfully by a god I didn't know existed until just recently, you know. Never been better.

Unfortunately, upon walking into the hallway of Floor 19, I remembered that I don't actually live here, so I had nowhere to go. It was a slight miscalculation, but it was okay. Like the superior, classy person that I was, I plopped myself onto the ground at the end of the hall and cried like a baby. Not just light weeping, but full on sob. And I'm ugly when I cry, so that just rubbed salt in the wound.

I thought about everything. My life, my mistakes, the stress of college life, the stress of having a huge crush on a dead demigod, the stress of accidentally buying thin Oreos instead of double stuffed. You know, all the worst stresses of life. My tears streamed down my face as I shook on the floor, wrapped in a ball. My eyes were squeezed shut as the tears flowed, and I sniffed loudly before letting loose another wail.

However, as soon as I heard a door open, I froze. Worried someone would see, I quickly wiped my face, shook my head, and took a few deep breaths. Hoping it wasn't Magnus and his DILF, I looked away from the door and pretended to be distracted by something on the wall. Unfortunately, the intruder had heard the whole thing. Not too long after, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Still recovering, I didn't want to turn around. I knew if I saw Magnus' kind, gray eyes staring back at me, I'd lose it again.

"Magnus, I'm sorry I stormed out like that." I murmured, feeling the hand rub my shoulder comfortingly. Angry with myself, and still scared and confused, I continued.

"I don't try to be a bitch to you on purpose. Not to anyone. Not even Alex or Sam, or anyone else. I just..." I pause, trying not to start crying again. Luckily, with a few deep breaths, I calmed down again.

"I just don't want anyone to take you away from me again. I've had this huge crush on you since I first met you, and just when I thought maybe we could be something, you go and die on me. I mean, bitch really? How inconsiderate!"

I paused again, this time expecting a laugh. There was only silence. But the hand remained in place on my shoulder, so I continued. "The truth is, Magnus... I care about you. A lot. Maybe I'm in love, I don't know, but I know that I really care about you. Please don't let me push you away."

Enveloped in emotion, I whirled around and kissed him. Eyes closed, I grabbed his chin and held it in place as my lips earnestly met his. My other hand gently tugged on his hair as I came up for air. I pulled myself closer to him and eliminated any space left between us as I ground my hips into his, my lips never leaving his. Caressing his face, I finally opened my eyes, only to see Alex Fierro staring back at me, mouth agape and face the color of tomato.

"Oh my gosh," I muttered, in shock.

"Yeah... Wow..."

I dearly hoped to any god out there that I was dreaming. I had just poured my heart out to the wrong person, and then practically made out with them. Passionately! Damn it, why does this keep happening to me?

"Do you mind pretending that didn't happen?" I begged sincerely, hoping she'd have mercy on my soul.

"Um..." Her mouth was still open, in shock and probably just as mortified as I. "Yeah, I think that would be best."

"Thanks."

Well I guess that just happened.

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Having somewhat recovered from the incident that shall not be mentioned, I decided to make my way down to the lobby. Alex has gone there first, but she was talking to Mallory and Halfborn. As I passed, I heard bits and pieces of their conversation.

"I heard some commotion in the hallway earlier," Halfborn stated, causing dread to grow in the pit of my stomach. "I saw that little exchange there at the end."

"That was fucking terrifying." Mallory added, her thick accent clearly evident. "It was a surprise attack. On your mouth."

"Yeah, it was a little intense..." Alex murmured, not knowing that I was listening to her, and infuriated. She better have damn well loved that kiss, because I poured my heart and soul into that! At least appreciate true art when you experience it. Especially if you're gonna go talking about it behind my fucking back!

Before getting too irate, I decided to go sit on a couch and chill.

"Hey," Helgi called from the front desk, startling me.

"Yes?" I replied uneasily.

"You should probably know, we have free WiFi here."

"Oh. Thanks." Awkwardly, I waved at him and nodded in thanks, then pulled out my phone. What a crusty old creep. Eventually, after a few seconds of waiting, my Netflix loaded. I pulled out my headphones and happily tuned into my ever-growing list of shows to binge.

Not long after I began though, I felt someone sit next to me. Trying to be polite, I pulled my earphones out. When I looked up, I saw Diego.

"Hey."

"Hey, Grayson. I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm doing okay I guess. It's been a long few days."

"Yeah, I bet," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "So how's your leg? I saw you were in a wheelchair at dinner."

"Yeah, there was a bit of an incident, but it's alright. I'm all healed up now."

"That's good."

Then the conversation plateaued. There was thick air of awkwardness surrounding us at that point, and I secretly hoped he would leave.

"Well," he began again. "I saw you looking at me. When I was with Jenna. I just wanted to let you know, I'm flattered. Really. I'm just... I'm not really interested in guys, you know?"

My jaw dropped and I gasped in brief confusion. "Sorry, what?"

"I just figured... You know, since you were looking, maybe you were interested."

I really didn't want to be a bitch, so I took a deep breath and tried to muster any pride I had left. "Nah, I was just a little grossed put by all the PDA, you know? Not trying to steal you from your girl."

"Oh, ok," he responded, a little too sadly. "I'm just saying, if you..." he stopped, apparently unsure what he was about to say. "Never mind."

"Okay..." I muttered, uneasily. I was still kind of offended but I was also committing to not being a total bitch, so my clever retorts would have to wait. Maybe I'm crazy, but I personally believe that it would be a privilege, not a chore to get a blow job from me. That loin cloth covered dick would come so hard down my throat he'd be seeing stars for months, that bitch! But I don't care.

"You know, I could suck your dick right now." I stated, before I even realized what I was saying. As my face flushed, I was quick to backtrack. "Oh shit, I didn't mean to say that... I..."

"Its cool. I mean..." he trailed off, and I was suddenly worried that maybe I had just humiliated him. However, he continued. "Well, Jenna wants to save herself for marriage," he begN, and I was quick to cut him off.

"Oh, no. Hell no. That girl I saw licking your body up and down was certainly not the kind to 'save it until marriage'."

"Well, that's really all she does. She never really... please me, you know?"

"No, I do not know. In fact, I really don't think I should be talking about this with you. Go back to your girlfriend, I am not you sex toy. First you tell me how you're not interested, and now your practically asking me to service you because your girlfriend isn't 'satisfying' enough for you. I'm not falling down that rabbit hole."

With any pride I could manage, I left him on the couch and moved to the other room and I was once again alone.

For about two seconds.

"There he is!" I hear a voice coming from the entrance. Once again engrossed in my Netflix, I didn't pay attention.

"Hey! Kid, it's me! It's important, I need you to come with me!"

I turned the obnoxiously familiar voice out for as long as I could, but he eventually wore me down.

"Yes? Are you calling me?"

"Grayson? Yes! Come here right now!"

At the entrance to Valhalla stood two very familiar people. The two homeless guys who were with Magnus.

"Vixen?"

There was a heavy sigh, and he shook his head. "It's Blitzen, you jerk. This is Hearth, remember him? Come with me, we've got a load of stuff to do."

Well I know it was pretty short, but it was important. My goal for the future of this story is to develop people and relationships more and not solely on progressing through the one linear storyline. Obviously with Blitz and Hearth's reintroduction, the story will be moving forward, but also with Frey, Alex, Sam, and Diego, and perhaps any other lovely characters we may meet soon. Good luck waiting for the next one. I will be back.