xargotier started following you
It had been an awful idea.
He hadn’t still recovered from Odin’s punishment, his magic wastly deplenished, and his left eye still blind. And after barding his apartment against any posible enemy, he barely had enough strengh left to kept hidden the scars and burns with a glamour.
Then why going to work that day? Easy. He was too proud for his own good. His madame was a good woman who had helped him to the best of her limits, and his pride didn’t let him call a day for something as trival as exhaustion.
Also, He loved gipsy nights.
But then a doombot had crashed through the wall of the club, followed by a familiar red and gold armor and his boisterous oaf of a brother, While he was in the middle of a performance, visible from any angle. There wasn’t another option. He teleported away.
And now there he was, in the middle of the night, clad in only golden jewelry, a corset and a long kerchief around his waist, too exhausted to know where he was. The god looked around trying to recognize the empty and dark alleways, but nothing clicked in place. It almost looked like one of the poorer cities on Asgard, the stone walls of the houses looking almost medieval. He stumbled in his high heels, trying to reach for someone before it was too late, but to no avail. He felt unconcious in the hard stone floor, the last thing he remembered a lean, colorfull figure aproaching him.
xargotier
