@baldurxmp

All was quiet in the Night Owl’s Cafe tonight. For once the pups had been left home to rest after their arduous hunt that day’s morning, and the Goddess found the ease of the night weighing heavily on her lids. Body relaxed into the counter that separated her from the rest of the establishment, finger gently trailing the lines of the printed book that held her attention for the time being. One of the things Skadi loved more than anything to be able to do here at the shop was scour through these earth stories that have been gifted over time to the world. She wondered the thought process behind them all, what it was that possibly drew them into existence - as every one she picked up the goddess would lose herself in from beginning to end. 

This night particular she was lost in some romance novel she’d plucked from the shelves. Nearly half-way through it’s contexts already. What else was there to do when there were no customers and nothing well to do? And as the time ticked on her eyes heavily fell closed until they rested lightly, head perched onto her hand that was propped up onto the counter for the time being. The dream of the goddess was vivid; like a distant daydream that echoed through her mind. She was back in Thrymheim. The snow was beautifully pearlescant and untouched by any. Wolves howled, there was norse banter sounding off in the distance. Her Father’s hall as she remembered it. 

“How well has that line worked out for you in the past?” Skaði asked lazily, not bothering to look up from her beer bottle. The distinct scent of ozone and her hair prickling at the back of her neck coupled with that all-too-familiar attitude, like a politician running for the elections – Zeus. It amused her that the whispers she’d heard about the god was pretty spot on, considering most of it came from the wild animals she frequented with. At the back of her mind she wondered what they said of her in return.

Who knew animals could be such gossip mongers?

The goddess let herself finish her bottle before she set it down on the bar’s countertop and gave the god a glance. Unsurprisingly, she found herself thinking of Thor, and how different and yet similar he seemed to be compared to the Grecian deity before her. For one thing, they had that same insufferable air of nobility about them, as well as that pulse of power they couldn’t seem to control. Then again, nobody could really bottle lightning. Thor, however, had the good sense to not eavesdrop and butt into other people’s conversations.

“Not at all.” Zeus replied, amused. Taking the liberty to fill in the empty spot on the barstool next to the goddess, he looked back at her when she glanced at him. “I thought that perhaps I could switch things up and perhaps spice things up a bit. Interchanging names gets so passé after a while. Or is that just me?”

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Normally, she was so sure footed. Skadi could walk on snow tops in blizzards and across frozen ice lakes - and yet, here she was. Knocked off guard by the rush of a few students trying to find a table amidst the cafe. Perhaps it was because her focus had been on the clearing of tables she was a smidge behind on, but if only to make matters worse she’d ended up in a patron’s lap! Apologies hadn’t explained the sorries that had leaked from her lips at him as her head turned, and blue eyes met brown staring back at her in high amusement. She was rather glad he found the situation so amusing, rather than snapping at her for something that was ill her fault. 

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Skadi winced slightly at the hiss from her friend, sighing softly as she cupped another handful of the cool water and gently dripped it over the wound to clear away the mess of dirt and blood. After having done this herself several times before - she’d learned the ropes of self sustaining wounds. Her blues flickered between the Goddess and the job she was tending to, pulling a gauze wrap free from her satchel of supplies to begin gently wrapping the wound. “I probably should have warned you there’s still wildlife in this forest. I’ve cleared most of them back a certain range, but sometimes they slip through. My apologies, Artie.” 

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The clatter and chime of coffee cups and plates, whispers of chatter in several corners of the late-night cafe, filled the god’s ears as he brought his own coffee to his lips and flipped the page of his book. Normally, he worked best at night. The moon's light emboldened him with motivation and confidence, but instead, he wanted to relax this warm spring evening. That was until a stranger ungracefully fell into his lap, breaking him free of his mind’s eye that was indulged in the classic script held in his large hand. With a grunt, Zane adjusted and met the eyes of the goddess now resting in his lap.

As unceremonious and surprising as it was, Zane couldn’t help but chuckle. His lightly kohl-lined eyes crinkling slightly as the slight laughter met his cheeks. He could tell she was a goddess easily enough but he couldn’t remember ever meeting her before. With a gentlemanly hand, he steadied her by grasping her bicep as his low and sultry voice broke the awkward air around them.

“Whoa there, watch yourself. That was a bit of a stumble are you alright?”