Ch. 16 : Planning and distractions

A/n: Some of the information from this chapter came from Wikipedia, and on a sheet of paper found on the floor, near Odin's sleeping body :

"Philip6 letters

6 weeks dating Marilyn

6 days since Ping killed himself

Numerology: Life path numbers

6 means strength, leadership, must feel useful to be happy

WISDOM ODIN God of Wisdom. leader, God of war

Shape changer, Psychopomps..." Marilyn put the sheet of paper on the exact spot on the floor after reading most of it. He has laid out all the papers, and books, and charts on a perfect order on the floor, and she knows that he will be angry if anything is taken out of place. She thinks it is cute, how he wants to make everything perfect. She wants him to be happy, so she is willing to do anything he wants when it comes to research and such.

She was about to walk into the kitchen to start dinner when she feels someone grab her ankle for a brief second. She turned towards him.

Odin sat up sleepily, rubbing his eyes a little. "Hi." He purred, with a yawn. He moved a pile of papers beside him to a place behind him, so that she could sit down if she wanted to.

She took the invitation, and sat down next to him. "Looks like you have been hard at work." She ruffled his hair a little.

He put an arm around her. "Cult planning is more tedious than I thought." He kissed her cheek softly, and then leans his head against her shoulder.

Marilyn kissed his hairline. "You know most of this stuff already though." She picked up the piece of paper she picked up earlier, and set it on his lap.

He smiled at her moving the paper to the pile he had just moved. He then placed his hand on her knee. "I know most of it, especially the Odin stuff. I just want to double check. Speaking of Odin..." He began to move his hand up towards her thigh. "What do you want your name to be?"

Marilyn put her hand on his hand, to stop it from moving up. She gave him a chasting smile. "I am not sure, yet. We can discuss it over dinner."

Odin moved his hand from her thigh, and moved it to the carpet besides Marilyn, and turned his body, where he was looking into her eyes, his body leaning over her. He kissed her deeply, and then moved his mouth to kiss the hollow of her neck. "It isn't dinner time."

Marilyn giggled. "You look hungry though." She taunts, as he continued to plant small kisses on her neck.

He moved to kiss her shoulder. "Not for dinner." He looked up at her with a wicked grin.