#mpxodin

starter for @mpxodin ft bobby & odin 

As a loud band rings out throughout his apartment, Bobby lets out a groggy groan as he turns his face into the soft, warm comfort of his pillow. With limbs strewn messily across his bed, sheets crumbled around his legs and skin bare, he tries to hold onto the last tethers of sleep, before the banging rings out once more. With his window open, gently playing with thin fabric curtains with gusts of warm breeze, a loud, clacking fan steadily rotates as it tries in vain to cool the room. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, cranky from a night of over heated tossing and turning, Bobby lifts his head from the pillow to stare daggers with puffy eyes towards his bedroom door. 

“Fine... fine, I’m up-” he grumbles as he stomps barefooted through his apartment towards the door, casually rearranging himself on the way before slapping the lock and tugging open the door with a huff. “What-!” He snaps, before his eyes widen seeing the tall, imposing form of his father on the other side, and his heckles lower a little and his angry gaze turns more unsure. “All that banging, it’s-” he snaps, lifting his watch to complain about the time before his eyes widen. “-2PM wow really..?” He mumbles to himself, before turning his gaze to his father and gently steps back with a nudge of his head for the man to enter. 

cont from here w/ @mpxodin ft phobetor & odin 

Stopping by the man on the sidewalk, Phobetor’s eyes also raise to take in the looming facade of Babylon’s unassuming, yet somehow imposing exterior. It’s exposed brickwork and large, black door, all but daring one to knock. It had been a long while since he had paused to once more take it in, he’d come so accustomed to it’s presence in his life, what it must be like to look at it from the eyes of someone unaffiliated. 

What are you waiting for?

The tease was in his tone, a little daring, the push some need, though the answer does surprise him somewhat, as the two gods glance at each other. For a moment Phobetor considers his question, wondering if the man meant that he looked like an escort, along with the slight indignation that came with that. Phobetor had served dignitaries! Royals! His very skill was to be as seen or as unseen as required, from dinners to parties, he was the perfect date. Eloquent in conversation, a good dancer... along with a few other skills. Yet, if this man truly wasn’t aware of what happened behind closed doors here, then why else would he be stood with such trepidation. 

airmid allowed herself a small smile for the norse god. it wasn’t that they were close, or that she’d met him many times before, but he was quite a well-known name even to her, and no matter how long she lived and how many gods she came across, the really big ones still made her feel like an impostor some days.

“there is never an end to the things we can learn,” she agreed with a calm voice, not a single part of her betraying the emotions that whirled around inside her chest. she was not swayed by his presence the way she had been back in the day, the way she would have been were she still that same girl, but still it was somewhat uneasy.

at least they were in her shop and she did not have to feel like she owed him anything than the same politeness she gave all her customers. “and when it comes to medicinal plants, there is a whole lot that can be learned,” she added after a moment, rolling the herbs he had bought up in a dry paper and tying it off with a piece of twine.

Wukong has to bite his tongue hard, figuratively and literally, as his bottom lip folds in between his teeth, and he suppresses his enjoyment at seeing the king god so bruised and... sheepish! 

Leaning onto his hip a little, his arms fold across his chest, clipboard tucked under his arm as he wonders just how to approach this. He’s of two minds. The monkey wants to revel - enjoy every moment and laugh! Yet the doctor in him wants to remain professional and offer his discretion. Luckily for Odin it is this part that wins.  

Word Prompts -- Accepting

Hard was it for Ruyul’s body to understand that it was no longer in war, the fight for peace and resources, of blood sweat and tears no longer needed for her body to feel excessively awake even in the calm of her apartment--at least until a hand touched her shoulder. It was far too big to be Minji’s hand, roughened slightly at the edges and warm to touch, boldly pushing forth, unlike her daughter’s timid but usual touch against her shoulders. 

In a flash, her fingers dug into the offender’s wrist, yanking the hand forward just as she raised her body and knee to make contact with with the intruder’s stomach, only jerking abruptly as Minji cried out softly, her eyes shooting open to witness herself almost sending her knee into Odin’s stomach in a solid kick, fingers abruptly releasing her hold upon the Norse God’s wrist, a breath whistling into her lungs from the shock as her fingers found its way to the nape of her neck sheepishly, a habit that she had whenever she felt mildly guilty about something.

“....Sorry.” Voice still heavy laden with sleep, the demigod blinked tiredly up at the norse god vaguely. “But what are you doing here, Odin?”

“I know how you feel my friend, but trust me, you rather let themgauge their own eyes out.” Zeus knew Odin and his loathing for everything thathad to do with Loki all too well. The Greek certainly could relate to it sincethere were a couple of those Norse demigods he wished to be someplace else thanin Mount Phoenix. There was also one particular Celtic demigod who had managedto make his blood boil and if it wasn’t in his biggest interest to stay inMount Phoenix, he would have punished the insolent demigods who have crossedhis path a long time ago.

“My angelic face and youthful body?” she couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking her head, “I suppose I should thank you for the compliment but it sounds about as ridiculous as all of the other crazy stuff.” With her hands tucked into the pocket of her shorts and her shirt just riding up, a tiny twinkle of the piercing on her stomach caught the light - just like a bar that went through her tongue. She played with the jewellery just a little, rolling it between her lips for a moment.