FirefoF614: Scar would have been proud of the...method of succession. :D A family that Dorian never knew which may have included legendary heroes? Surely not. xD
Curse of Whimsy: They are notoriously fickle in the myth source material, and you right...no one wants to face the wrath of a squirrel scorned lol. I am glad you thought so, they are very similar in their duties for each myth so it made sense they would have crossed paths.
ahsoei: Actually, the intention is his crossing path during the Volume 3 timeline. There will no doubt be...extenuating circumstances requiring him to make contact with the Gremory Household...
PasiveNox: Thank you!
naruto: I most certainly will. :)
FenrisFiltiarn: Precisely, how many people knew the name Despoina in widely known Greek myth? In the eyes of the Olympians, those born more out of an afterthought by the parents have little standing if any at all.
Sakra95: That is something Rat would do. xD Who could they be indeed...one who killed with a spear, another with bare fists...only time will tell. :D
Jwebb96: Thanks! How terrifying, someone who didn't mind Rat's advances...she does love meeting fans of her work lol
fanficcyberman: That means so much to hear you say, trying to develop the characters in meaningful ways is one of my primary goals for this story. I will most certainly keep it up...can't stop now. ;)
And with that...onto the early release!
Their culture is…fascinating.
"Not to mention inflated, it's like the concept of restraint was never invented," Dorian sighed. He was currently sitting cross legged on his bed, he had woken an hour earlier but couldn't relax and it was far too early to get up. To prevent waking Rossweisse sleeping so close he had entered into a mental discussion with Iggy. "In almost every aspect there is overindulgence from the building to the individuals."
Such is a risk of power without balance; they had no reason to restrain themselves once the Titans were no more.
"Hopefully we can bring some of that restraint back with this alliance. There's nothing wrong with it per se with the art and magical improvement, but for a goddess to be considered lesser due to the sheer number of siblings…"
You refer to Despoina?
Dorian had been contemplating the depths of her frustration at how it had exploded so easily the previous day. She had so soundly aided in annihilating the forces arrayed against them in the pass, just how strong were the rest of the pantheon that displays like that weren't considered impressive?
"Her weapon was incredible; she fried those Minotaur by the dozens."
The power within was not her own, similar to your own Bright Star.
"I wonder if she went on some grand quest for it," he smiled at the treacherous yet adventure-filled task he had undertaken through Jotunheim. If she could command lightning that implied it had a fragment of Zeus' power within it despite her being Poseidon's daughter. He knew he'd have to ask her about it over breakfast if time permitted. "Speaking of power…what is going on with my fire?"
I am unsure, when you thought fire something else came to the forefront. Musphelheim's flame is so dark, sinister and destructive. When you called upon it, a softer, gentler one was brought forth.
"And you don't know either?"
It is not of the nine realms. I have not traversed beyond them that I can recall, it may be this place. Once I realize it myself I will hide nothing from you.
"But mum is still the word on Nidavellir and Midgard?"
Utter silence answered his question.
"That's what I thought."
"Dorian…Dorian?" A soft, recognizable voice alerted him that someone was trying to get his attention. Slowly fading out of his inner mind he segued back into the real world.
"Good morning Rose," he stretched upon realizing he hadn't moved in some time and was quite stiff. "You're up early, are you feeling better?"
"Much," she confirmed, her hangover now a thing of the past. "The breakfast banquet will be starting soon, why aren't you ready?"
"But…I am ready," Dorian motioned down to his professional suit almost matching hers albeit a shade of blue over her grey.
"I did mention that your hair needed done."
"I straightened it like I always do."
Rossweisse could not help but smile as she approached him. "Remember, we are here to represent Asgard's culture and people. You are relatively new I understand, however warriors are expected to braid their hair for each victory in combat they have achieved."
Dorian hadn't even considered that option, he immediately set to work thinking of each conflict he'd been in since awakening in Asgard's halls. "Well, there was Modi; I sort of won in that Tafl game…does successfully escaping a plant monster count?
"Well," she reached out with a smile, taking hold of a tuft of hair. "We can start with a single braid and work from there."
Dorian had no retort witty or otherwise as her gentle hands started twisting his hair around and around with expert movements.
I suppose with how long her hair is mine must seem so easy. I should have thought to do this ahead of time, I'll need to find a way to repay her…she smells amazing, did she use a new perfume?
His cheeks were red he could tell immediately, she was so close to his face as she continued making a single warrior's braid on the left side of his face. Dorian's heart sunk as he spotted Ratatoskr watching them from outside the window, a positively sinister smirk chiseled into his face. Without a sound, the mischievous rodent turned around; wrapping his arms around himself to give the illusion he was embracing someone on the other side. Wiggling suggestively, he ran his arms up and down his sides.
Dorian's red was exacerbated as he attempted to ignore him, with Rossweisse so close he couldn't shoo him away or tell him to stop. He could only pray for one thing.
Please don't turn around, please don't turn around, please don't turn around…
"There, that should suffice for breakfast and first round of talks. We can go over your other accomplishments and see if any of them are worthy of more."
"Well, if anyone can tell the worthiness of victories, it would be you." He awkwardly returned her smile, turning to look in the nearby mirror. It was a simple looped braid running from the top of his head down to the shoulder. He liked it, wondering if he kept winning how many more he could fit, he'd have to stop going for haircuts.
A knock interrupted his thoughts, but Rossweisse was on her feet and faster. "I'll get it!"
Opening the door, Rossweisse found Despoina standing on the other side. Instead of her godly attire, she was dressed in a sleeveless gown of dark purple and brown to accent her hair. She had a small teal shawl draped around her shoulders and seemed to have been straightening it when the door flew open. She must not have expected Rossweisse to answer and quickly recomposed herself, trying to cover up her analysis of Dorian's roommate.
"I…am here to accompany Mr. Held as agreed upon."
Rossweisse was confused, she'd already been asleep by the time he'd returned from the spar and had not heard of the arrangement. Her left eye twitched ever so slightly.
"Accompany…Dorian?"
"Good morning! That dress really suits you; perhaps the three of us can travel together?"
"I," Rossweisse started, suddenly realizing how professionally she was dressed as compared to Despoina's choice in ware which was clearly low-cut, feminine and meant for a more casual setting. "I must make final preparations for the meeting. Please go on ahead, I will follow."
"But Rose…" He did not have a chance as Despoina seized an arm.
"You heard her, she'll catch up. We can exchange stories of our people along the way."
"I'll save you a seat!" Dorian called out as was half dragged by and half followed Despoina, the large golden doors slamming shut as they disappeared.
Rossweisse just stood there, having no true work to complete. While she was standing in thought, a familiar squirrel slowly meandered inside and took a seat beside her.
"He's just being polite you know," he explained to the conflicted Valkyrie. "He hasn't known her a day, despite the time he's spent with me, he hasn't taken ANY of my habits to heart if that's what you're worried about."
"I…I was worried about no such thing!" Rossweisse stood, storming out of the bed chamber towards the waiting banquet, letting out a relieved sigh and barest of smiles missed by the perverted rodent.
Ratatoskr only shook his head, reaching over to eat a strawberry that Dorian had left out on the stand for him.
"When are those two going to just sit down and take a page from a rabbit's method of dealing with problems? I swear he's too polite and she's almost as repressed as the thunder girl."
Olympus Banquet Hall…
"Eat up one and all!" The King of Olympus Zeus proclaimed once all were seated. "There is no shortage of food or hospitality among my halls. Eat, drink and be merry for this is a time of celebration!"
The banquet hall was as large and overly extravagant as they had come to expect of the Greek Pantheon. The table was so large those at one end could scarcely make out those on the other. That did not deter vibrant conversation, however as each seat alternated between residents of Olympus and Asgard. Despite the fact that official discussions would not begin until later that day, none could help themselves.
The god and chief of the pantheon Zeus sat at the head alongside his wife Hera. To his immediate right was Freyja representing Asgard with her husband's aid Rossweisse representing him in the next seat. Dorian claimed his post next to her as Freyja's retainer with Despoina, his escort for the festivities to his right.
Beside Hera sat her husband's brother Poseidon, god of the sea. He was a burly man with an impressive build despite his elderly appearance. He seemed taken aback at Despoina's presence as it was clear he had not expected her at the event. Having her nearby was awkward considering how little he had seen her during her upbringing, being all the more surprised upon realizing she was with the retainer of Lady Freyja. None could challenge her presence there as a result.
The event may have been called breakfast, but it was grander than any meal Dorian had ever seen and the food never ran dry nor the wine. He abstained and stuck to water considering the discussions to start later that day. He was ecstatic to see Despoina was far more talkative and open than she had been during their duel. She would laugh; talk and share thoughts through the whole meal, though Dorian could not help but feel that her smile felt a tad somber.
He had guessed correctly that a sliver of Zeus' primordial power had been sealed within her trident at the time of its forging born from a fragment of his flesh during a failed devouring by his father Cronus that had remained hidden. Dorian could not help but explain his own in turn.
"A snake's finger bone, surely you jest?"
"Right hand up," he assured her. "Don't ask me how they did it; the dwarves turned three items that shouldn't exist and could almost fit in my pocket into Bright Star."
"Truly, the smiths of our respective people can work wonders."
Such conversations echoed throughout the hall as representatives of each started impromptu discussions on sharing customs along with ways their realms could work together such as mixing magic and technology in ways never before conceived.
"Perhaps institutions could be set up with teachers to instruct our people on the ways of one another," Zeus brought up as he had another glass of wine filled for himself and Freyja late into the meal. "Imagine our children being tutored in your Valkyrie arts."
"That would be wondrous," Rossweisse had been picking her plate clean but at Zeus' words her eyes lit up again. "I would love to help train Olympian Valkyries."
"And our magic could be taught in Asgard," Hera agreed.
"Mr. Held is interested in teaching the next generation as well, I am sure he would be more than happy to assist, would you not?" Freyja asked with a swirl of her goblet.
"Yes my lady," he answered having swallowed his last bit of food in record speed. "I only need about another semester of credit to earn my education degree, if that qualifies in Asgard of course."
"A male Valkyrie? How progressive," Hera chuckled.
"Not a Valkyrie technically Lady Hera," Dorian corrected. "Though I have gone through the same basic training in regards to seals and combat."
"Mr. Held is a special case," Freyja interjected. "A point we may discuss at a later date in a more official capacity."
"So you study beyond combat?" Despoina asked once there was a moment of silence. "Have you been to the Grand Library? It has all the catalogued knowledge dating back since before Olympus rose above the clouds."
"No!" Dorian's eyes lit up as brightly as Rossweisse's. "It must be enormous!"
"It is," she smiled upon realizing she had caught his attention. "So large that the majority of it is stored in a dimensional pocket, perhaps I could show it to you sometime."
"I do not think that would be approp…." Poseidon started, but Zeus raised a hand, requesting silence from his brother.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea my dear; if you two are finished with your meal you are more than welcome to explore it. I grant full access."
Dorian glanced towards Freyja, his eyes clearly asking approval.
"I see no harm in it, but ensure you are back here before two o'clock, I shall require your services for the first round of talks."
"Thank you," wiping his mouth for good measure, Dorian took to his feet, Despoina leading the way to the library at the other side of the palace.
"They are getting along splendidly," Aphrodite remarked on the other side of Poseidon near Hecuba and Thrud. "I worried we may have a war on our hands when I found them sparring so ferociously among the fields."
Unbeknownst to Dorian and Despoina, their little altercation had been witnessed by Hermes and Zeus informed, before day's end much of the palace knew of it.
"That brings up another delightful option," Hera proclaimed. "Institutions, schools and the joint task force of yours are all well and good to bring our people together, but we mustn't forget the tried and true option for linking two houses."
"Which do you refer?" Freyja asked as her husband's attaché went to take a sip of water.
"Why, marriage of course."
Rossweisse choked on the liquid as it went down her throat. Trying to downplay it, she patted her chest several times, reducing her hacks to muffled coughs as much as she could.
"Marriage?" She asked hoarsely.
"Well of course," she continued. "After all, a marriage is what brought together the Aesir and Vanir was it not? We even seem to have your first two volunteers. Do you still have that adorable tradition where the man presents her with his family's weapon?"
"As flattering as the offer is," Freyja replied. "Such things must not be rushed and I am uncertain if Mr. Held is ready for that path at this time especially with a girl, despite being quite lovely, that he just met."
Hera only shrugged off her concerns as if to say it was only a matter of time before taking another deep sip of wine. Thrud opposite Rossweisse just looked at her friend clearly trying to act disinterested but she wore her feelings on her shoulder. The silver-haired Valkyrie was picturing Dorian wed to a Greek goddess or demigoddess in the name of peace. She knew for she was considering the same image; or perhaps they would be considered as well with suitors, she had to think of something else.
"Has there been any word on our prisoner?" The daughter of Thor finally asked.
"She has been restrained and kept sedated," Zeus boomed. "The harpy language is nigh impossible to imitate by other races. The experts should be here before weeks end."
"I could offer my services."
Thrud snapped in surprise as Ratatoskr appeared on her shoulder, she had assumed he'd be following Dorian and did not expect his presence. It appeared that he had been sitting on Aphrodite's lap throughout the meal as she snuck him food and only now leapt up to the table.
"Lord Zeus, allow me to introduce Ratatoskr," Freyja tried to remain civil; having believed Dorian left him back in his home. Amazingly she kept her eye twitch quite subtle. "Hailing from the Road Between Realms and a…compatriot of Mr. Held."
"And how can," Zeus cleared his throat, clearly unaccustomed to dealing with a literal squirrel. "This man assist with the harpy?"
"As an extraplanar entity," Rat replied, surprisingly eloquently. "My vocal cords are a bit more diverse than your own. I happen to speak harpy, knew this saucy little number back in my day, whoo the talons on her. I could tell stories that would…." He quickly silenced upon realizing both Thrud and Hecuba looked to be eyeing him up with killing intent burning in their eyes. "My point being, I would be more than happy to translate."
"And if possible, I would like to be present as well," Thrud requested. "I'd very much like to get to the bottom of this Khaos Brigade before the conclusion of the talks."
"If he is capable of such a feat then I see no reason to wait, I will instruct the guards to prepare her for interrogation immediately."
The small rodent turned to Thrud, giving her a big thumbs up accompanied by a grin. She had to admit for once, if he could pull it off, he might perhaps justify putting up with his antics.
Olympus Library…
Dorian's jaw was on the floor, Despoina had not exaggerated on the size of the library of Olympus. The closest comparison he could think of was the vault of Asgard he had briefly glimpsed before the ambush complete with passing clouds overhead.
"All of this…?" He could not help but stare, uncertain where to even begin.
Despoina smiled in victory behind him; clearly his interest had not been feigned merely to gain the favor of the gods.
"Is it to your liking?" She asked, nonchalantly stepping up behind him.
Dorian could only nod.
"Then where would you like to begin?"
"At the beginning," he almost redundantly answered. "The oldest, first recordings, whatever came first."
"The Archaic Wing it is," she gripped his hand and pulled him forward. "That would detail the birth of the Flame, the cursed number 666 and the forging of the first Olympian Legendary Weapons."
"The Flame of Olympus?" Dorian recalled information on their society. "That is what keeps the mountain flying, right?"
"Not only that," she educated him. "But it produces Aethir, the substance of which the clouds around us are made. It amplifies our powers by a considerable degree when utilized correctly and merges with our very essence. Without it and the flame, our magic would be no stronger than the mortals who live in the shadow of our mountain. If a comparison must be made, it would serve the same purpose as your Yggdrasil maintaining the seals and magic your people use every day."
"And it was created by the Titans?"
"Yes, all we have originated with them before they were no more."
"I was hoping to learn about them," Dorian asserted. "Lady Freyja spoke of how Zeus regretted wiping them out rather than finding some form of coexistence. They weren't all evil beings were they?"
"No more potential for evil than any other men or gods. We just…killed them all, every last one."
Even Dorian spotted her fingers tightening; evidently the topic was a sore spot for her. Thinking fast he latched on to her other options available within the Archaic Wing she had mentioned.
"And the Legendary weapons," he pointed to a nearby tome to draw her attention. "We have similar ones in Asgard, the Runic Blades. I suppose they start trouble no matter where they are made." He felt uneasy at the memory of Hrotti's theft, a crime still left unsolved as to who had invaded Asgard that night.
"With good reason," she continued, her calm slowly returning. "Someday my own will be counted among them."
"I named mine Bright Star, does yours have a name?"
Despoina became oddly silent longer than necessary. "Twilight," she finally answered proudly.
Dorian scanned through the section, eyes glued to the bindings unaware that Despoina was similarly looking at him with no interest in the assorted books.
"It must have been amazing to be raised here with such knowledge at your fingertips!" Dorian mentioned as he reached for the first book.
Despoina's demeanor soured once more, but as he turned around her smile was restored in a flash.
"I was not raised on Olympus."
"Then where…"
"I was raised on Earth," she interrupted. "I was, shall we say, unexpected. So father deemed I was to be left in the care of mortal servants beneath the mountain."
"A goddess raised outside of Olympus?" Despite his trepidation at the line of questioning, Dorian could not resist. "Why?"
"Apparently they hoped I would never learn of my heritage, live and die as a human. Without access to Aethir or Ambrosia we would age and die like any other. I learned of my roots from the only man I will ever call father."
"Perhaps you should select the topic," he scratched the back of his head awkwardly at the direction their conversation had taken. "I seem to have no skill for it."
No, but your concern for my feelings is…appreciated.
"The history of the Amazons is one of my favorites," she offered, gripping his arm once more leading the young Einherjar to the proper section. "I suppose you know of them."
"Tribe of warrior women," Dorian started reciting as if he were before a teacher. "Expert fighters, interact with men only for reproductive purposes, led by Queen Hippolyta who was the target of one of Heracles' twelve labors."
"The original Heracles yes," she confirmed. "His descendant has been away for many years. Not many mortal kin have visited Olympus recently."
"There is so much," Dorian's head was spinning. "We can't possibly read everything today, would tomorrow be acceptable to continue after breakfast before the talks start?"
Despoina froze, her grip on his arm noticeably tightening as if she had remembered something. She quickly relaxed and the moment passed, but it was there nonetheless.
"I have duties on Earth overseeing the Last Spartans," she declined. "Regrettably, tomorrow will not work."
"Perhaps after the talks then," Dorian smiled, his cheerful attitude unbroken. "I can tell you about the Road Between Realms, I am not sure if you have an equivalent here. We'll have plenty of time."
"That sounds fascinating, but first let's continues the tale of the Amazons. I can regale you with how the original Heracles sought after their queen's girdle…"
Dorian's eyes widened with a look of apprehensiveness the young goddess could not help but bask in it with a rarely found genuine smile.
Olympus Cells...
"Ah harpies, almost all entirely female which is never a bad thing," Ratatoskr educated Thrud as they entered the chamber. "They evolved to maintain smaller frames to fly easier; the plus side is they can hold their figure for decades…downside they never go above a B-cup."
"You will translate and ONLY translate," Thrud grumbled, listening to his remarks the whole way had been grating on her sanity. The small rodent had been pushing his luck ever since he'd revealed how valuable he could be to the situation. "You will make NO forward remarks to her, flirt with her, or request conjugal visits!"
"We do not allow such visits at this time," Hecuba informed the daughter of thunder. She'd been around the corner and only heard the tail end of the conversation. Despite being only seventeen years of age coupled with the ridiculousness of the statement, her Spartan discipline had been unwavering.
"Yea Thrud, get your mind out of the gutter," Ratatoskr smirked from ear to ear.
Thrud looked like she would throttle the squirrel in that instant out of embarrassment.
The two followed Hecuba down the corridor, cells lining the walls on either side. The doors were sealed with no windows, leaving the identity of the occupants a mystery that neither likely wanted an answer to. They were fully aware this was where security was heaviest. If a prisoner was taken here, it was expected they would never leave.
"She is awake but secured, without the experts we have no idea what she is saying. That is where you'll come in."
Ratatoskr cracked his tiny knuckles.
"We can start simple," Thrud suggested. "She is unlikely to answer right away; perhaps if we offer freedom or lighter accommodations she will share some information on this Khaos Brigade."
"Hmm," Hecuba mused. "If what Dorian said was true, she was captured before she could kill anyone. Freedom may be an option depending on the importance of her information. Let's begin."
Slowly, Hecuba swung the door open, revealing the interrogation chamber. White marble lined every surface, causing the light shining through the opening above to reflect around the room revealing the shape in the center. Before them sat the blue and green-feathered harpy Dorian had incapacitated on the battlefield. She glared daggers at them, her arms and wings were bound behind her back in thick sleeves up to her elbow. Opening her mouth she released what to them sounded like nonsensical squawking, her face twisted in rage at her captors.
Ratatoskr responded in kind, surprising everyone, the harpy most of all, as a loud guttural deep cawing akin to an eagle emerged from his lungs. Thrud and Hecuba did their best to restrain their looks of shock while the harpy tilted her head in confusion.
"Language Missy," he translated himself for the others around him. "Do you eat the food from your mother's mouth with those lips?"
His word had brought silence to the room.
"Now that we are civil," he proceeded to relay Hecuba's and Thrud's offer of freedom or a brighter room if she told them about who she worked for. She replied in her native tongue, Ratatoskr nodding along with her nonsensical hoots and screeches. "She claims to only fight for the betterment of her nest. Those who send them to fight did so to bring down the…false usurpers."
"That is what followers of the Titans call the gods," Hecuba explained.
"There are no gods here darling," Ratatoskr advised the harpy.
Her eyes angrily shot towards Thrud.
"There are no Olympian gods here," he quickly corrected.
"So her nest is under the command of the Khaos Brigade against the Olympians?" The harpy flinched at her words before the translation. "Oho," Thrud smiled at the accidental reveal. "You can understand us, can't you?"
The harpy's eyes shot open as she realized her mistake, grimacing she looked away towards the floor.
"That'll make this much easier then," she approached the restrained avian. "First, what is your name? Mine is Thrud of Asgard, daughter of Thor."
After several uncomfortable seconds, she let out a few soft chirps in a tone that almost sounded cordial.
"She says her name is Aella of Celaeno's clutch."
"Thank you Aella, we want to know about this Khaos Brigade that commanded your people and the Minotaurs to attack us. Did they have further ambush or assaults planned?"
No response.
"If they did, that will just lead to more death of both your family and ours. My people may be new to your shores, but we are no strangers to blood and I feel enough has been spilled already. You may be unaware but your entire archer force was killed by my hand."
Aella lashed forward in rage, the restraints barely stopping her mouth an inch from Thrud's face. She had bit down, clearly having attempted to bite the Norse goddess.
"My point being," she continued unfazed, reaching around to grab her restrained arms. "We have BOTH lost friends; I think it would be prudent to prevent the loss of more."
Aella pulled against her bonds again, only stopping at a strange warm feeling coursing through her body starting in limbs where Thrud now held her. The bindings had been quite tight to prevent her slipping out and taking flight, they had been pained since waking. Yet now, thanks to her touch, the stinging sensation and soreness was abating. It was almost as if her arms hadn't been bound at all.
As the last of the discomfort subsided, Thrud released her and stood back to her full height.
"Just, consider our questions. I am certain your clutch didn't start this conflict despite your earned hatred of the gods." Behind her, Hecuba stepped up, clearly contemplating whether or not to refute that statement. With that final word she turned, motioning for the others to follow.
"W-wait!"
The three stood there befuddled, she had spoken in a way they could understand. Clearly she was no ordinary harpy.
"M-my sisters dead, *Squawk* by your hand. Cannot…will not speak you, only to one will I say."
"To whom?" Hecuba advanced a step.
"Only to one who showed mercy among death. To man who bested yet spared. Only to he will I p-parley…*squawk* Not all the gods and goddesses within these walls are what they seem…"
Diplomacy Wing Spa…Night…
"These are to die for," Rossweisse sighed as she leaned back in the water.
With the first day of talks concluded, all those attending and their guests were permitted access to the Olympus bath and spas. As expected it was incredibly large and could have held every member of the pantheon if need be. Currently only herself, Thrud, Freyja and Hecuba were present with the latter having arrived after their interrogation which they kept secret for the time being. The four were completely naked and in the process of relaxing before turning in for the night. Each one was lovelier than the last and they leaned back exposed to the air with abandon knowing none were around to view them.
"I must admit," Freyja remarked as she sunk into the warm soothing waters. "They were far more open than I imagined, ironically this Brigade seems to be having the opposite effect to their intention."
"Aries and Eris were among the loudest against it before your arrival," Hecuba explained. She had released her hair from the confines of the ponytail and it now ran the length of her back. "They may be proponents to the more violent paths open to us, yet even they would not stand for an attack so near the mountain."
"With another four days to go, we have a chance to convince even more of the benefits to this alliance," Rossweisse scrubbed at her arms and legs, the water and steam were doing wonders for her skin.
"You don't have to go in the other entrance," they heard a voice call out from the changing rooms. "I highly doubt any men have done so in ages…suit yourself."
A familiar purple-haired goddess emerged in a thin towel barely covering her modesty. She was not shy in the slightest yet jumped somewhat upon seeing the other occupants; clearly she had expected it to be empty at this hour.
"Your ladyship," Hecuba rose from the water long enough to bow before her; the goddess reciprocated her gesture with a slight head nod.
"Come in, come in," Freyja beckoned having noticed her hesitation. "There is room for all and more to spare. Who were you talking to?"
"Do…your retainer Mr. Held accompanied me here though he seems to have opted to bathe in the segregated portion."
The others had barely noticed it but sure enough, not far from them was a wall blocking off a much smaller section of the baths. It had most likely been built for VIPs who did not like being viewed for one reason or another or sought privacy.
"Are you alright over there Mr. Held?" Freyja called out once she thought she heard a door open and close. Despoina had finally discarded her towel and joined them though noticeably kept a distance as she began to soak her deep bronze skin nearly matching Hecuba's. She was not quite as endowed as most of the other women though would have been considered quite shapely, scowling somewhat at noticing Rossweisse's assets especially. They were very nearly matching Freyja's.
"I am my lady!" They heard him reply. "These facilities are quite amazing! Even the springs in Jotunheim were not so large!" A gentle tune rose to their ears as the women relaxed; apparently Dorian had brought his lyre in with him and was playing a few cords. It was quite soothing.
"I do not understand your men of Asgard," Despoina sighed. "He was not so foul after the day's exertions; he need not bathe so far from us."
"He means well," Freyja remarked with a motherly smile. "He was raised outside of Asgard on Earth under the impression that it would be rude to be in the company of naked women of which he is not currently in a romantic relationship with."
He was not raised in his god's realm either?
"How quaint," was Hecuba's only reply. Ever since the Spartan troops allowed women to serve it had been a mixed army and the idea of separating the sexes fell away.
"He is like that," Thrud smiled as she noticed Rossweisse sink lower into the water until only her neck and head were sticking out. She was clearly trying to avoid the conversation.
"Come on, I can climb that wall easy," they heard a certain troublesome rodent on the other side. "I can be over, peek and back in lickety-split with the BIG scoop."
"If you even go near it I am sucking you back into the Roads!"
"You wouldn't dar…wait you can do that?"
The collected women save Hecuba and Despoina started laughing at those words. The reserved goddess just analyzed each of the three from Asgard who apparently knew the young retainer so well.
"This might be fun," Thrud smirked as she raised her head to shout. "HEY Dorian, you are free to join us! Everyone is okay with it!"
Rossweisse's eyes shot wide, she attempted to open her mouth only for Thrud to quickly cover it with her hands. Releasing one she made a shushing motion for silence, her grin was contagious. She had rarely seen this side of the daughter of Thor. For so many years she'd restrained herself in order to appear more 'proper' a warrior. Yet ever since Dorian arrived, her inner self had become more and more common. The silver-haired beauty both appreciated seeing more of her childhood friend as she was and terrified how that part of her had returned.
"I do not believe that would be appropriate with…"
"I do not mind your presence," Despoina interrupted, sealing off his use of her as an excuse. "Join us if that is your preference."
"Nor I, my soldiers and I bathe together regularly," Hecuba added much to Rossweisse's horror.
"I was hoping to discuss the day's events with you Mr. Held," Freyja answered with a song in her voice as she winked to Rossweisse. "Now is as good a time as any and it would not do to shout all that we have to go over!"
"They are begging for you man!" Ratatoskr whispered loudly from the other side of the wall. "Will you keep them waiting?"
"J-just a moment!" Dorian called over, actually surprising Thrud that he did not try to come up with another excuse. They could hear a rustling sound with Ratatoskr shouting something before being replaced with loud crashes, after a few moments there was silence.
He must take his duties as retainer very seriously.
The door allowing entrance from the wall slid open, Rossweisse spun in the water so her back was to him. She understood he'd never take advantage of such a situation…she thought, but still the idea of him seeing her like that was…
"Um…Rossweisse," Thrud tapped her shoulder, pointing towards the incoming Einherjar.
Dorian was slowly making his way over following the walls due to having wrapped a towel over his eyes so that he was completely blinded. Trailing behind, they spotted a balled up hand rag following…only a single poofy tail protruding from it betraying that a certain troublemaker had been mummified within to block his vision. The dense steam and water obscured anything beneath the surface.
Even when being prodded he's still so…respectful, Rossweisse slowly allowed herself to rise from the water back into an exposed yet comfortable position. She felt a little guilty at having doubted him even in the slightest.
"Your Sacred Gear," Despoina started suddenly, remembering one of the many topics they had discussed among the library's shelves. "You were fearful of the new fire you had summoned that harmed no one in the battle?"
"More fearful that it wouldn't work the way I intended," Dorian admitted, rubbing his right wrist nervously as he settled back into the spa. "If it doesn't do what I want when I need it people could get hurt."
"I recognized the fire, though am just as confused as to how you possess it. Such soothing flame that does not burn is nigh identical to those created by Hestia."
Goddess of the hearth and home.
"But that is the power of a Greek god, why would Laerad Ragnarok have it?"
"Maybe Iggy is…branching out," a muffled remark could be heard from Ratatoskr's hand rag prison.
Perhaps my mother would know more, the only realms I am knowledgeable of are those of the Norse Pantheon.
"We can most certainly ask Hestia about it once the talks are over," Rossweisse offered. "If the power is wielded by her, perhaps she would know how it could have become available to you."
"Sounds like a plan," Dorian turned to where he thought he had heard Despoina's voice. "Thank you, any clue that could help is appreciated." He smiled genuinely, the sincerity only somewhat undercut but how he looked with a towel over his head.
"Of…course," the bronze-skinned goddess hesitated, sinking slightly into the water until it reached her breasts.
"Now then, with that set aside for now, I would first like to thank you for all your hard work," Freyja began as he relaxed again, leaning back against the marble walls. "It seems mutual trade will be our strongest position going forward, do you not agree?"
"I do," Dorian conceded, turning his head in her general direction. The Queen of Asgard had to restrain herself from giggling at his ridiculous appearance. "I had no idea that magics from different myths could be so compatible." Despite the talks dragging for hours, the young retainer could not help but reflect on the later topics of the day…"
Earlier that day…
"As you can see in the following documentation," Freyja continued unbroken as she had the last several minutes. "Based on your appreciated breakdown of Aethir's composition, our experts believe it could be used to augment standard Asgardian magic seals. I hope we can initiate an exchange of the substance for the capacity and tutorship to forming seals of your own for nigh indistinguishable purposes."
Dorian handed another sheet of paper to Lady Freyja as she held up a free hand, not even needing to tell him which she required. The Grand Hall of Olympus had been cleared for the talks, behind the throne burned the flame itself. It was a mighty thing swirling with every color imaginable and stretching up nearly to the ceiling yet no noticeable heat emanated from it. High above was an opening through which the smoke escaped into the air and formed Aethir. The flame had never gone out since first lit many thousands of years before.
"We could come to a compromise," Poseidon nodded as he looked over the sound numbers. "Though that does raise another potential concern. Sending Aethir, your knowledge of seals or anything else for that matter between realms will no doubt attract those seeking both. Would jurisdiction of protection fall within the purview of the realm in which the crime is committed or would it depend on whose originating goods were targeted?"
The goddess from Asgard's smile widened considerably at his anticipated question.
"I am glad you bring up that point," raising a hand, Dorian slipped in a small folder. It was one she had been saving and eagerly anticipated getting to. "To that end I propose a united task force comprised of both our people. Jurisdiction would lie with them to track, engage and bring such criminals to justice regardless of location or affiliation."
"Members of both Asgard and Olympus?"
Freyja nodded.
And more…should this come to fruition.
"That sounds dangerous," Aries the god of war muttered. He wore imposing black armor despite the lack of need for it. Red streaks slashed across his dark hair matching his goatee. "We risk losing our control over its use if it leaves our borders."
"I personally would welcome such a proposal," Zeus voiced loudly. "However, the members of such a force must be selected with the utmost care as they would serve many roles. Not the least of which being that of a diplomat depending on the complexity of the situation. We must devise a list of candidates though I surmise you have already selected yours?"
"I have, please submit whomever among your ranks you would trust with such a post so that we may continue deliberations. I have already selected the first of my own you may find on the accompanying page."
Dorian flipped his at her command to keep up, eyes widening as it had been added at the last minute before he could look it over. Along with Rossweisse, Thrud and others, his name was at the top of the list, the eyes of half the room briefly passed over him.
"That does segue into an inquiry Lord Hades did request I make," Bennia spoke up from the back clearly with hesitation. "As to whether information on the Sacred Gears will be part of the exchange, I did not see it in the itinerary."
Silence followed; clearly the thought had been on everyone's mind only now brought to the forefront with mention of Dorian's name. Despite his heart pounding, the young Einherjar retained his composure, files tucked beneath his arms ready to provide to Lady Freyja at a moment's notice.
"It would be, had we any information to exchange," she finally responded. "Regrettably, as I would have eventually gotten to, the details surrounding my retainer's…unique situation are still a mystery to us. Our contacts in heaven's circles have been too preoccupied with their own matters to provide a true investigation."
"A warrior of one realm wielding a weapon of another," An imposing woman, the goddess Athena, spoke up. "If he is up to the challenge I can think of no better symbol of a unified force. I for one am interested in seeing this brought to fruition in time."
"My lord did not voice an opinion," Bennia clarified. She had never been a fan of how heartless Hades ran things, but as a Grim Reaper she followed her duty. "But I got a good vibe for Dorian in the battle, he's nice. Giving good first impressions would be a big deal on such a force."
Her answer was so innocent; Dorian could not help but let a smirk slip through directed at the young grim reaper.
"We shall compile our own candidates and have them ready no later than two days from now," Zeus assured her. "We can discuss it at length then."
Freyja nodded her head politely, accepting his terms.
"The Allfather also voiced," Rossweisse started once the current topic had passed. "To consider possibilities of exchanging art and culture of our people. If you turn to the next page…"
Present…
"Do you…really think I should be on this force?" Dorian asked as he plucked blindly at his musical instrument. "I mean it's your dream after all."
"I do," Freyja asserted. "Strength is not the sole trait needed to enforce justice though you have improved considerably in your time here. Your determination to do the right thing, I know of many warriors living in Valhalla for years who would have given up at the prospect of facing Modi. You not only fought him, you bettered yourself and won all for…"
She glanced briefly towards Rossweisse who had leaned back to enjoy the steam and was not truly listening. She seemed to be half-asleep between the calming music and the steam, only Despoina noticed the Norse goddess' quick look.
"A purpose that you felt was right."
If I am right about you…you will be doing far more than simply joining the task force. Athena was not wrong about your Gear making you a symbol. Only time will tell.
Dorian leaned back, resting his head on the hard surface behind him. Between his relaxation, the music and Lady Freyja's kind words he did not hear Thrud lift herself from the water or sneak around behind him.
"No towels allowed in the bath!" Thrud announced as with a single whip of her hand she removed the cloth blinding his vision.
For a fraction of a second, all was revealed to the young man. Hecuba just sat staring at his renewed vision, seeing little reason for shyness. Freyja tipped her glass to him as if welcoming the young man home with no attempt to hide herself while Despoina arched her back purposefully to grant a better look at her figure. When his glance ran over to Rossweisse, still leaning back with her chest puffed out, he realized she still hadn't seen what happened.
So beautiful…
"THRUD!" He screamed, craning his neck around as fast as he could away from the bathing deities. "Give that baaaaaa…."
The golden-haired goddess of battle was crouched behind him less than a few inches from his face, towel waving high in the air. Her hair was down and she was wearing nothing but the mischievous grin on her face without a care in the world that he could see every part of her. She had the perfect mix of muscles and feminine curves, neither one outshining the other. Dorian had learned she liked to tease him, but all subtlety had been blown out the window.
Is it just Olympus itself that causes everyone to act with such abandon? Perhaps proximity to the flame, it would certainly explain the Olympians themselves.
The young man leapt in the water, the towel remaining out of reach as she kept it just high enough that he'd need to reveal his lower half in order to reach it, her smile never fading as light giggles could be heard behind him.
That's it, she LITERALLY asked for it!
Dorian half submerged himself, reducing his peripheral vision as much as he could to maintain composure. As securely as he could, he gripped her ankles and pulled. With a mighty throw he lifted Thrud off her feet, sending her sailing back into the baths towards the unused end away from the others with a loud splash.
The warrior maiden rose from the depths, her stance wide and arms out as if ready for a fight.
"You have yet to land a real blow in training yet you plan to challenge me in this setting?" She proclaimed dramatically like a cliché villain. "You have grown quite bold Mr. Held!"
Dorian fell into a similar ready position, prepared to battle for the towel Thrud tied around her arm to prevent its easy capture. Eyes locked on his nude opponent yet focused on his goal. In a real match he still stood no chance against Thrud, yet his blood was pumping with a wide grin on his face. He had not faced her in hand to hand combat since his first day in Asgard. Much like the drinking game at the tavern, he started to get more into the situation than he imagined. Off to the side, Ratatoskr struggled in his clothy prison but was held firm.
"Return the towel and I won't have to get REALLY serious," he threatened playfully, motioning towards his makeshift blindfold.
"Come and get it if you can!"
Dorian took the challenge, rushing through the shallow water he lunged for the towel only for Thrud to rotate at the last moment causing his hand to pass through air. In a flash, she had his head gripped in a lock, her arms crushing his face against her bare chest.
"Say uncle and I'll let you go!"
"There is more to fighting in water…than strength," Dorian gasped for air.
As he groaned against her herculean strength, he wrapped a free arm around her smooth back, his other gripping her left thigh eliciting a slight blush from her. Before she could react, he pulled hard, taking her legs out from under her and sending Thrud toppling backwards into the water.
"Give it back!"
"Not happening!"
Freyja only laughed as the two fought and tussled in the water, Thrud was clearly holding back in the name of fun, but Dorian was doing quite well and his enthusiasm was refreshing to see. He was finally spreading his wings a little bit yet showed no signs of considering taking advantage of the situation. A complete polar opposite of her husband and the troublesome squirrel still immobilized nearby.
"Perhaps we should let them finish this," Freyja laughed with a smile, helping the groggy Rossweisse out. She had been in too long and was barely keeping her eyes open, the Valkyrie hadn't even noticed the small war going on in the distance. "I wish you all a pleasant evening."
Hecuba bowed as she too rose from the water; Despoina considered staying to wait for him but in the end relented and called an end to her own soaking. She could scarcely take her eyes off the two still quarreling in the deeper end, Dorian's attempts to retrieve his blindfold still eluding him as Thrud managed to trap him in a full nelson before performing an arched back throw of the poor man into the steamy depths.
It must be nice, she thought before donning a towel and leaving for the changing rooms as the two continued their struggle. To have friends like these…
Diplomacy Wing Suites…
"Breast Hostess clubs?" Dorian looked over the future topics Odin had provided Rossweisse to bring up. He had returned to the rooms after realizing the baths had emptied and his reason for their quarrel had become superfluous. Rossweisse had been waiting; her head finally clear of the soothing effects of the spa. She had no idea of the match that had taken place mere feet from her. "He actually wants to use this opportunity to ensure these are active in both Asgard and Olympus?"
Rossweisse sighed heavily as she continued getting changed into her pajamas while Dorian had politely remained on the other half of the room looking out the window. "They are already active in Asgard; he tends to frequent them VERY often once his duties are completed. He and Azazel went out together a few days ago…"
"At least he had the restraint to make them towards the end of the talks when we turn to less important details. That must be a part of Asgard I've never seen," he joked, trying to get a smile out of her. Unfortunately his attempt at humor seemed to have the reverse effect.
"You most certainly better NOT have ever seen it!" The professional Valkyrie snapped, causing him to jump. "If you even think of…"
"Rose, ROSE!" He immediately turned, begging her to listen while barely able to hold in his laughter. "I was joking, joki…!"
Dorian realized as he turned she had not fully dressed and stood on the opposite side of the room wearing only her pajama top and underwear. She was currently bending over to slide on her pants and did not notice he had turned. The young Einherjar snapped his neck back towards the window so fast he feared breaking it.
Beautiful in every possible way…
"That is…reassuring, lest Lady Freyja find out about it and fear foul play from the Allfather."
Now fully dressed, Rossweisse clapped her hands to grant him permission to turn around; their system of rooming together was working for the most part. "Best get a good night's rest; deliberations are at the same time tomorrow. We should not be tardy."
Dorian nodded as he slumped into his bed, noticing a crinkling sound as his head struck the pillow. Without a word he discovered a note had been hidden beneath it. It was labeled from Thrud.
"Come to the cells tomorrow morning, tell no one and have a quick breakfast." That was all it said.
Just when things seemed to be going so well…
Another day in Olympus ends seeming bright for the purpose of Asgard's journey to those foreign shores. Yet their enemies have long-planned and little do they know what awaits them on the morrow…As Always, Read and Review…but most of all Enjoy! :D