Loki I know you couldn't care less but the Quebecois premier elections are happening right now and my entire world could crumble by next week it's a big fucking deal I could be forced out of my province - my *home* - and I could have to uproot my entire life so I'm a little tense. How exactly did you meet Erik? How did you two become romantically involved? Please, don't spare the details.
You do sound the slightest bit tense. I recommend a bit of murder, that’s always something very pleasant. Ah…
It’s a very long story, but considering that it’s one I do enjoy, I’m quite willing to share.
I was still reasonably young when I met him. Still Odinson, still curious, and still interested in the affairs of Midgard. Not so much the mortals, really, but I wanted to know of the realm. I only knew what Odin had told us, and the small amount of knowledge granted to me when Thor and I had gone to Midgard without Father’s permission. So, I wanted to know more about it. I went to Midgard alone, and, well. I traveled.
Eventually, I found myself in a land that was… ill. I would say dead, but it was not- It was merely sick, and the people and the land itself suffered. I could tell it was a disgusting, nasty sort of magic, so I stayed to discover what it was. I came across a town which was obviously the center of it, and I found myself in the shade of an evil queen named Ravenna. Nasty woman, disgusting witch, the magic she used is the lowest and most horrid to be learned…
But this is not about her, this is about him.
One evening when the winter was approaching, I had been walking through the town with the intention to discover a bit more information. In front of one of the mead halls, I found myself interrupted. A man had been thrown out, into the dirt, and he didn’t seem to be picking himself up without much help. I approached, and he looked up at me- And I saw my brother’s face, twisted up in some kind of horrible sorrow and pain and, eugh, I could not just leave him there.
I helped him up and led him to the place where I had been living, a cleaner inn in the same general area, and I helped him sober up and assisted in at the very least trying to cheer him up some. He told me that I had his wife’s eyes, and that he did miss her very much. I felt pity for him, but I did not understand his sorrow at the time. We parted ways again before much long, and the winter came. I met him again, at the grave of his Sarah.
He told me of her again when we stood together in the snow, and after our conversation, he offered me a meal and a nicer bed besides what I could find at the inn. More than that, he would not take no for an answer, and I was quite happy to follow after him. I spent the evening before I left him again- And, well, inevitably found him once more drunk in the dirt.
He nearly drowned himself in his cups on occasion, drinking enough to rival even my brother, which is certainly something to be said. I helped him home, cleaned him up, and put him to bed. The morning that ensued is one that is… very dear to me, when I decided that I would stay in Midgard for a while longer, to help him and enjoy his company.
… It was almost a full season more, when he was falling back into his sorrow over his wife and turning again to drink when I admitted to him that I loved him, and my heart ached to see him sad. He did not reject me, and…
Mm. It was an enjoyable time, and I miss it.
