Description: The City was cold poison, like the martinis and champagne that Loki
downed every night. Always returning for more. Hard and beautiful,
glittering like a diamond on Frejya's arm or the heady flush from
rolling dice in one of the rip out your heart rooms at the 'Smoking
Mirrors' with Huitlipochli. The things a giant had to do to keep himself
in the godlike lifestyle to which he was so accustomed. But the gods of
the City played for keeps, and Loki wasn't the only one playing with
Rating: NC17 for sexual situations and language
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Noir, Norse Mythology, Meso American Mythology
The rusty springs of the old metal
frame bed squeaked with their steady rhythm. But she was quiet. Just
panting to the slap of his hips against her bounce-a-dime firm butt. She
breathed like a marathoner as he pushed in and out of her wet squeeze.
This wasn't that kind of a race. He wanted her screaming in their by-the-hour room.
gripped the sharp bones of Sekhmet's hips tighter and went hunting.
Steady hard jabs, but it was all about what you did with it. Rotated his
hips just that little bit.
Sekhmet clawed at the stained
threadbare sheets, ripping the soft fabric. Growled and hissed over a
tawny shoulder. Damn, but the lioness head was a turn on.
of water so cold that it burned dripped onto his face. Loki glanced up
at the dark stain on the ceiling above. The white flickering bulb. The
smoke stains. He kept pounding in and out and around as Sekhmet yowled
like a cat in heat.
There was a pounding on the paper thin door.
"Fuck," said Loki, jumping back. Dick slick and shrinking. Pretty sure he was about to die.
said, "Relax, Tiger. Set's out of town all month." She rolled off the
bed. She threw on a short green silky robe over the sort of toned
muscles that came from hours in the gym, personal trainers, and ripping
people limb from limb. She walked, no -- prowled, over to the door.
Loki swiped a cigarette from her aggressively micro purse, lit up, and enjoyed the view.
Sekhmet opened the door and drawled, "Were we too loud?" then she moved back a step, "Oh, you again."
could almost see a woman around Sekhmet's body. More an impression that
there was a woman in the dark hall. The impression of a woman whispered
something, but Loki couldn't hear. Didn't care.
"For the last time, I haven't seen your husband." Sekhmet slammed the door in the woman's face and muttered, " Stupid cow."
sprawled back against the gray streaked wall and nursed his cigarette.
Thought a moment and said, "If Set's out of town, why didn't we meet at
your place instead of this dump?"
Sekhmet took the cigarette out
his hand. Breathed in. Exhaled smoke slowly in thin streams through her
wide flat nostrils. "Because when I realized that Set is screwing around
on me with that Ethiopian bitch, I realized that I had to do
something." She walked over to the grease and pigeon shit spattered
window and looked through the wire reinforced glass at whatever neon
flashing Girls, Girls, Girls view lay below. "I don't care what crap
Nepthys puts up with, but there are some things," she turned around and
looked at him, "up with I will not put."
She tapped the cigarette
out in the windowsill. Shrugged off her robe. She stood there a moment
looking at him with her golden lion eyes. Small high breasts. Left
nipple pierced with a ruby stud. Concave stomach. A golden body for a
goddess of warfare and destruction. Then she walked her long piece of
fine ass back across the industrial puke carpet. Licked her thin lips.
"I decided," she crawled up onto the foot of the bed; it dipped with her
weight, metal grinding on metal, "to screw the brains out of the
sickest," she pushed his legs wide, "most disgusting fuck that I could
think of," scratched her blood red manicure along his inner thighs, "in
the vilest most degrading place that I could find." Bent down and gave
his balls a rolling lick with her rough pebbled tongue.
She grinned sharp teeth at him. "And you are that disgusting fuck."
said Loki. He pushed her back and said, "You're not going to tell Set
about this are you?" Not much he could say about the disgusting fuck
part. She had met him after all. Though if she thought that was actually
a condom he was sporting, she had underestimated this sick, disgusting,
She wrapped her hands around his ankles and
pulled him down. Away from the wall and flat on the bed. Springs poked
up into his back and butt and knees. He stared at the dripping ceiling.
She said, "Do you want me to stop?" Then she took him in her mouth and
he was glad he was so good at shape shifting as he felt every rough roll
and lick of her mouth and teeth and tongue.
He said, "Puts a
whole new spin on putting a man's head in a lion's mouth." Didn't even
mind when the ceiling dripped ice fire water on his face. Mainly because
given their position, he could pull her up on top of him.
He wasn't sure, but he thought the man in the rust and duct taped Gremlin might be following him.
didn't think much about it when Sekhmet finally decided she was done
degrading herself, and kicked him down to the curb. The Gremlin wasn't
the only piece of shit car on the street huddling in the fog.
had smirked and kicked aside a pile of ash where some idiot had tried
to jack his little fire engine red Jupiter Jowett convertible. Huh.
There was also some slag from a car boot. Loki sighed. That was going to
cost a bundle in bribes.
Course, technically, it was his wife's car. Technically, everything down to the suit he was standing in was.
really should head on home. The little woman would be worrying. And she
had been so understanding about him getting knocked up by a horse for
the last nine months. So, sad and sweet and understanding.
A saint. If you know, Loki believed in that sort of thing.
didn't even think much of the Gremlin while he was blasting along down
the freeway interchange. Top down. Yelling along with 'I Did It My Way.'
seemed unlikely that they'd both get a jones for irradiate your innards
chilies and a chocolate martini pick-me-up. But when he pulled into the
garage under "Smoking Mirrors", he lost the Gremlin and gained a Rolls
Royce Silver Wraith.
It was driven by a dark man in a brown suit who clearly couldn't afford the Rolls dashboard, much less the car.
Loki smiled at the little man in the parking garage. He patted his baby, in case she got jealous, and said, "Nice car."
man grinned white teeth in his angular face and started to strip out of
his brown suit. Not the usual reaction. He said in very careful
English, "I just got it."
By the leather breach clout and style of "it snows here" footwear, Loki had him pegged. "Iroquois?"
The man nodded and pointed to himself. "Mani." Cute, Mani the man.
waved at the elevator up to the club. But Loki shook his head and said,
"I never pay a cover charge if I don't have to." and led him to the
service elevator. Loki grabbed a plate of chilies on his way through the
kitchen. Within seconds he could hardly taste his own tongue. He could
swear even his eyes were sweating.
Mani was attractive enough,
but Loki had a policy against hooking up with the first person he saw.
He ended up loosing Mani in the crowd and that was okay too.
was around one a.m., so the place was wall to wall tattooed Aztecs,
pierced Mayans, and your odd branded Toltec. Everyone in leather,
feathers, and not much else. Loki could see his own reflected pale face
glowing in the black light from behind the bar. Well, that and his hair
was on fire.
Loki sipped his icy martini of love and went to
stand by the rail over the dance floor as he breathed in the smell of
marijuana and clove cigarettes.
Black mirrors on every surface
and a floating pyramid that gave off dry ice fog. The randomly rotating,
revolving, however you describe it dance area; where somehow you always
started out bunny hump dancing on the floor with a topless hottie and
ended up with a guy with a fish bone through his penis on the ceiling.
by the time he drank enough to end up on the dance floor, Loki didn't
much care. Surrounded by mirrors and the beautiful mutilated. The world
was a pretty happy self-referential place.
Except by that point, he didn't use the word self-referential all that much.
By then it all sort of dissolved into a haze of spicy food and cold drinks and black lights playing on skin.
may have slipped out to play craps with Huitlipochli and his cholos in
one of the private rip out your heart rooms. Wall to wall red vinyl and
stone mirrors. A grate in the middle of the stone floor. A smoke
blackened iron hook on the ceiling.
Loki may either have lost ten
large or screwed Huitlipochli's tight little humming bird ass strung
from the hook like a present in the middle of that black reflective
room. He may have said, "Wonder if Coatlique knows where her little boy
is?" And Huitlipochli may have said, "Fuck you," or "Fuck me," and then
did, or rolled the dice, which Loki may have switched for loaded dice,
because then Loki may have won twenty large, which he might have then
blown buying enough party favors to keep the whole crew celebrating.
given birth to an eight legged horse that morning and he was in the
mood to party. Pregnancy had been a bitch and a half. Always was.
may have snorted lines on a mirror that might have actually been
Tezcatlipoca, who may have then screwed Loki against the glass wall
overlooking the club, like being slammed by splintered fog into open
space, or that last one may just have been the result of mixing too many
depressants and stimulants.
All Loki knew was he woke up in his
car sometime around eleven the next morning with his tailored Armani
pants twisted around his ankles. Feathers and scales in his mouth. With a
headache the size of end of the world.
And he got his Gremlin back.
followed him all the way over the Rainbow Bridge onto the landfill
island of the gods. Although Loki did finally manage to lose the bastard
in the lunch time rush. Some people just didn't have the stones to
drive down stairs.
His 007 done for the day, Loki drove up a
leafy little street where all the houses sat primly behind discrete
little walls. Nothing too palatial. Just discrete.
Loki drove up the sandstone driveway of his unnamed house and clicked the magic of automatic garage door open sesame.
was a horrifically earnest Solar powered car parked in his spot. Wasn't
the only thing Balder would like to park there. At least it didn't take
up much space. Pretty much like Balder.
Loki parked his baby and
tried not to inhale. The garage was sparkling and smelled of bleach.
Loki sighed. Someone had been up all night cleaning. Great.
he'd get lucky and find Sigyn and Balder in a passionate cleanser
embrace among the trembling dust bunnies. But he doubted it.
carefully swung open the overwrought brass door and stepped into a
white art deco explosion. Home sweet retina burning home. He didn't take
off his sun glasses.
In the living room, Sigyn, dressed in
layers of white silk and feathers, sat on a white instrument of torture
looking mournfully at her hands. She was still wearing pink rubber
gloves -- the only splash of color in the room.
Balder. His yellow suit of earnest light sitting on a white stool at
Sigyn's knee. Speaking urgent earnest words. Loki couldn't see his face.
Didn't really want to. But as Loki quietly headed for the tortured
copper staircase, Loki imagined Balder's long imploring face. Nothing
could be important enough to be quite that earnest.
At the top of
the stairs, his son, Vali, slumped his way down the landing wearing his
own sunglasses. Course, Vali never actually took his sunglasses off; it
went with the cargo pants of the unwashed and ripped shirt thing he had
Loki glanced down the stairs and whispered, "Hey, don't
you have something for your old man?" Vali tossed him a small rattling
bottle. Chewable aspirin. Bacchus was a genius. Loki said, "Thanks," and
crunched down some aspirin.
Maybe he should set Vali up with
Huitlipochli, but he'd probably just get a "Daaaaad," and the kid would
disappear in his room for a week. Plus, hummingbird ass was a bit out of
Vali's weight class.
Downstairs, Balder's kept droning; while
above Loki's nose hair's continued to be assaulted by cleaning products.
The coast seemed clear and very shiny.
Then Narfi, his preppier
son, came out of the library and gave Loki a half lidded smile and
leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Loki didn't bother to try
to shut him up. Narfi said, "Mother. Oh, Mother., Father has returned."
Loki headed for the nearest hair of the dog. Not fast enough.
Sigyn ran up the stairs and flung herself at him with her typical
octopus in love hug. Tiny white feathers flew off her marabou lined
dressing gown, and hot tears practically seared a hole in his wrinkled
At the foot of the stairs, Balder glared.
Balder were Ra, Apollo, or Huitlipochli, then Loki would be dead right
now. But he was only Balder, so Loki's suit was merely well lit and
Sigyn's blond hair had a Saint's glow. Wound tight into a braid and
wrapped like a crown around her head. Sigyn's seduction hair. Hours of
sunlight and it wasn't even mussed.
Sigyn had progressed to saying, "Loki, it's you."
coughed and pushed her away from him. "Yeah, it's me." He waved at
Balder. "What a surprise to see you here. Shouldn't you be off saving
orphans one cup of coffee at a time?"
"I took the day off when Sigyn called," said Balder. Baring his teeth in a not smile.
Sigyn looked uncertainly down at Balder. Glanced down at her hands.
off her gloves with soft pops. Clutched at them like a chicken she was
trying to strangle. She said, "Oh, Balder is here, he's here because I
called looking for you." Another wring of the gloves. "I was so worried.
I thought... " she shook her tidy crowned head, "I didn't know what to
Balder stood with one foot on a beaten copper stair looking up, but didn't start to climb, which was Balder all over.
considered tossing the bottle of aspirin at him, but it would have just
bounced off like everything did. Anyway, it was Loki's aspirin. Some
things had to be sacred.
Loki shrugged and walked around the landing towards the Entertainment Room of deco inferno.
leaned over the rail, but didn't let down her hair. She said, "Thank
you for coming. I...I'm fine now. You're a dear friend."
trailed after Loki. She whispered, "Where have you been, Loki?" as she
wrung at her poor dead gloves. You didn't come home all night and I was
so worried. I just sat by the phone waiting for the police to knock on
our door to tell me that you were dead or in the hospital."
"As you can see, I'm fine," Loki replied as he poured himself a whiskey and soda. It was after noon, practically night time.
walked toward him a little trail of feathers and fluttering silk
layers. Dressed for romance and clutching her pink rubber gloves. Sweet
distress. But she still managed to close the door behind her. They'd
played this scene before. She said, "But where were you all night? I
called your cell, why didn't you answer?"
He swallowed some whiskey, " It was on vibrate."
said, "I called everyone I could think of, but no one had seen you
and..." She drifted in a figure eight around a spare white couch and an
improbably green credenza. "It's just...last night we were going to
celebrate, and I made your favorite dinner," She blinked her water works
at him and said, "Where were you?"
Loki tossed back the rest of his drink, "Out."
face crumpled. "Oh, I don't know why I put up with this. I must be
crazy." She spun another infinity in another cloud of tiny feathers.
Where did they all come from? You'd think she'd run out eventually. "You
come home stinking of liquor and, everyone says that I should just
She clutched his drinking arm and said, "If only you'd give me some little sign that you loved me."
dropped the heavy tumbler to the glass bar top with a heavy crack.
"Everyone meaning dear sweet Balder, the best beloved." He twisted his
drinking arm free. "What he doesn't realize is that's not what you want
at all." He walked towards her. She backed away. "As long as you have me
as your screw up, then everyone can think you're perfect..." He walked
slowly towards her until her knees hit the couch. "...while I know the
She trembled a little, but didn't say anything. Just
dropped her gloves to the geometric tiled floor. He leaned forward. She
fell back onto the couch.
He whispered, "Now call me a liar."
closed her pretty little eyes and her pretty little pink mouth parted.
He heard that little catch in her throat. The things a giant had to do
to keep himself in the godlike lifestyle to which he was so accustomed.
He wondered briefly if Balder was still waiting, one foot on the stairs.
Then he gave Sigyn what she wanted in the room with the cold art on the walls.
every day couldn't be a party. For one thing, his head would explode.
There was only so often he could wake up with his gear shift grinding a
hole in his back, or his knees loosing circulation over the car door, or
his ass... well, even Loki had his limits. Although he'd lie if anyone
Days passed with a more reasonable level of debauchery. Punctuated by the occasional appearance at work.
But that was the dull haze of days. This was the brisking night.
bed was wide as the sea and covered in fire proof satin. He fell back
on it in a back slap fall to feel its waves. If he was going to have a
water bed, he wanted an old fashioned roll.
Sigyn preferred narrower, firmer rests. All the more reason to sleep on the sea.
that night, Loki was storm tossed. He dreamt fractured dreams of melted
butter used as database storage and naked bearded dwarves rolling in it
splayed in Playboy poses. And bowls, he dreamed he was looking at the
underside of a silver bowl that was the sky, and he was sinking under
the sea far away from his mountain home. Gripping his own tail and
alone. Lonely walking the paths of the under earth. Ripped from her
mother's hall. And chained. An impossible ribbon looping him down. A
sword stabbing his mouth open so he couldn't even howl.
Loki got up to sit and stare at the moon. It wasn't too late to head to
"Smoking Mirrors", or " Pele's Flaming Tiki", or a half dozen other
places. He could bathe in champagne and have beautiful mortals beg to
lick it off. Fly up on cocaine. Drift on hash.
He didn't want to drift.
He sat in his windowsill, one long leg resting on the window frame opposite, and the other tasting the wind.
Tonight it felt like ice. Cold as the mountains.
wriggled his toes, all the better to taste it. Then without a thought,
he leaned forward from his window and fell. Flew into the night. An owl.
Not as if he needed to borrow a cape of feathers to fly. He'd only done
that to get into Frejya's Snori tight pants.
Felt the cold wind under him as he flew over the Rainbow Bridge. Freshly painted for Pride week and decorated with flags.
that was before he'd known Frejya was more interested in carat and cut
and clarity than daring tricks. Though she wasn't picky about hard or
soft. Any sparkle would do.
He glided on the updraft of the drowsy hills. Clustered with condos swallows nested down to the dark bay.
that was years ago, when he was a rube with ash and frost behind his
ears. Coming down to the great big city to steal golden apples and a
girl for someone else. He could hardly imagine it now.
seen a god before. Or strings of street lamps that blinked below him.
Or hills scattered with spider perched homes clinging to the incline.
Windows blinking with the first pink of day. Gambling that the mud
wouldn't slide. That the Titan's chained under the earth would sleep.
That the dragons would continue to slumber. That Gabriel would never
blow his horn. That One Earthquake would never come.
He flew past all that.
Flew into the past.
over the Ironwood in the sharp mountains east of the city. Past where
the troll women lived. His solitary daughters. Never eat a burning
woman's heart. Huitlipochli might know the trick of it, but Loki had
vomited trolls for weeks. But then, as so many were so fond of reminding
him, he wasn't a real god.
He fucked them all.
He flew past the tree line and up into frozen ice. Into the Jotunheim. Where the Frost Giants lived.
flows that burned with churning black lava. Red cracked and steaming in
the snow. Flurries of dry powder that would never stick. Always wander
on the Kelvin breeze.
He landed in the snow before his wings
could freeze. Walked the rest of the way through blue sculptures carved
by the winds. His bare feet melting the ice with each step. His breath
the only burning moisture.
He walked to the hall of his first
wife. His Frost Giant wife. Hewn ice and carved snow. Loki carefully
went in the front door. " Angrboda. Are you here?"
He ducked. An
axe went flying where his head had been. She was here. Although he'd
hoped for more than an axe. This was a bare token of affection.
spun it absently in one hand. Looked at Angrboda standing in the middle
of the hall. His Distress Bringer. Her hair wild in long curls of white
and black. She said nothing. Just looked at him with her grey eyes of
He looked around the hall. The ice walls were still
not softened by tapestries or paintings. But there, stabbed to the wall
with a knife over the black ice mantel, was a dried out stick. His
first love token. He'd been so young.
He walked over to it and said, "Imagine you keeping that old thing." But he didn't reach to take it down.
said, "It is mine. I asked for a sacrifice and you gave it. Tied a rope
around your dick and played tug of war with a goat."
He'd been hardly more than a boy. Spurted blood on her snow white face all to make her laugh.
touched his arm; her fingers were winter. The silk of his pajamas froze
at her touch and cracked and fell away. She said, "Why are you here?"
Then he took her hands. "Do I need a reason to visit my best beloved?" and danced her around the vast empty hall.
It had been full once. Long ago. A glacial age.
her till she was laughing and breathless, and then he kissed her as a
fire might lick at the frosty moonlight. She melted for a moment and
then pushed him away. Said, "A man who does not know himself cannot have
a best anything."
Loki spun himself to the music in his head. A
waltz. A jitterbug. A marimba. "I know exactly who I am. I'm Loki. The
Trickster. The Shape Changer. The Sky Traveler."
Angrboda stared at him with her winter eyes.
he kissed her to stop her gaze, as lava might kiss the snow. She
whispered sleet, "Have you decided then? Then let us go now. You can
trick the chains from our son so he can howl at the moon and eat the
sun. Lift our other son up from the deep to crack the city with his
coils. Go to our daughter and set sail on her ships of dead men's nails.
Make a new world big enough to hold us."
Loki hissed that last cry of a coal before it goes black, "But then we all die."
stepped away from him. A circling avalanche. "The future is written in
ice, not stone. If your little Frigga can hold back the death of her son
with promises, then I say let us melt what is written and write what we
He shook his head. Whispered, "Frigga didn't bother to
ask the mistletoe. It was too unimportant." Backed away from his first
beloved. Wondered why he had come here at all.
She watched him go. Said nothing. Stood in her empty hall that was once full and let him leave.
Outside, the sun had risen. He became a falcon and stooped on the wind toward the city below.
Loki's work schedule was what you might call elastic. And possibly not what you'd call work.
Aesir and Vanir had their temples, of course, but Aesir Shipping was
where the money to mead all those dead warriors came from. Not to
mention fast cars, cold champagne and Dior barely dripping of lights of
But that was the shining night, and this was the dull day.
Loki's title was Senior Vice President of Copernican Geometry. No one quite knew what that meant, and that was good.
had an office with a view of the glittering glass and stone canyons
that humans built. When he chose to show up and put his shoes on his
steel and glass desk, he spent most of his time making paper airplanes
with odd trajectories.
At that moment, the Senior Vice President
of Copernican Geometry had his feet up on the All Father's desk and was
folding a magenta piece of paper that smelled of the sweet old fashioned
perfume of mimeograph.
"Stop that," said Odin snatching the
paper airplane that was never to be. This decade, Odin was going for the
genial professor look. All blue cardigans, and tweed with brown leather
elbow patches, and a glass eye with a rune for the day.
Today's rune was Fehu for wealth.
smoothed the paper out. It might be forged paperwork for goods damaged
at sea, all the better to get paid for them twice. Or it might be
investment papers for goods that did not exist But it would never be a
Odin said, "What's wrong with you? Post partum depression? You should be over it by now."
Loki shrugged and shifted his feet to smudge another section of Odin's desk.
avoiding the question." Odin tapped his fingers on his desk. And for
his next trick, Professor Odin would recite some Tolkien.
puffed his cheeks with a sigh and looked out at Odin's 360 degree view
of the city. Which isn't to say his head spun like an owl's, his chair
spun just fine. Came to rest his feet again on Odin's desk and said,
"Because I don't know the answer. Word is Set just blew back into town
with seventy-two of his closest friends and minus the brother that he
was throwing the big out of town bash for." He picked up another piece
of paper idly. "Now that Osirus has..."
Odin smirked, "Put on cement galoshes and gone to live with the fishes."
folded another forged document. "Better to say that Set sent Osirus on a
long vacation." He crimped a wicked rule line on the paper. "From what I
hear, Isis is putting up a pretty thorough search for Osirus." A hard
under crease. "But then she has to."
Odin tapped his face next to his glass eye. "The Egyptian Underworld isn't all that equal opportunity."
make a couple of cruel folds. " Unlike ours." Spun again to show that
he wasn't holding a grudge, and said, "Set will probably keep things on a
steady course, not shake up any existing deals or relationships until
he knows what he's taken over. And you never know, Isis might be able to
raise Osirus from the dead."
"Here's to hoping that he stay's missing." Odin gave Loki that look. The one Loki didn't trust. "I hear Set likes redheads."
was going a bit too far for Loki. Actually, it wasn't, but Set wasn't
even good looking. Not that they'd met at more than a distance. Sekhmet
had sought Loki out, but, still, no. Maybe.
Loki spun the view again. It was still the same city. Then he said it. "I need a bigger percentage."
Odin's eye lost that professorial look. Even the glass eye was hard.
Glass was always hard.
He smiled thin lips in his little English Professor's beard. "You already get paid plenty for your level of responsibility."
let the paper plane fly its avaricious spirals until to came to rest
molesting a rubber plant. "Yeah, well, you're not the one with post
partum. And I didn't even get to keep the horse." Picked up another
piece of paper. "But that's the way it works around here."
pulled the airplane out of the wilting plant and put it in its folder to
continue its low pulpish ways. "Don't start that again." He pushed
Loki's feet off his desk. "Or are you looking for your own set of cement
Loki shrugged. It was an empty threat. Odin didn't
have Loki's flair for elliptical mathematics. Said, "Maybe you could
have Balder take over my job. He could fit cooking the books and lying
to accountants in between saving puppies and charity telethons."
I'm Father Abraham with many sons." Odin sort of laughed, and walked
around his desk. Wrapped his long fingers around Loki's chin. "No.
You're useful for now."
Then Odin kissed him. The way he'd kiss a thrall. Grinding lips and empty of even the slightest desire.
Loki let himself enjoy it. Nothing much else to do. Then pulled away after he'd shown it didn't matter.
sat back down on his silver chair with its view of the world. Or at
least of the city's man made canyon tops. He said, "Now go do some
Loki smiled sourly, " Yvol All Father."
Clicked his heels together and left whistling Wagner as he went to go
lie to some Auditors about some irregularities that weren't irregular at
He put jaunt in his walk, but he really wasn't feeling it.
For a moment, as he passed a bank of LCD screens showing the World Tree
grow, he thought he saw the reflection of the Iroquois from the club,
but it was just wishful thinking.
He jaunted off to the roots of the building for a different kind of seduction.
Loki came suddenly awake.
was holding his dick, which tended to get his attention. That someone
was also holding a knife to it, which really got his attention.
darkness shifted and the faint light from Loki's hair cast shadows on
Set's dark ugly ass what the hell was that face. Speak of the Devil.
Set's gravely voice whispered, "I feel like you're disrespecting me."
said Loki trying to keep the squeak out of his voice. "I'm not. I'm
full of respect." He tried not to squirm as the knife pressed into the
base of his cock...
"But how can this be? I do not feel this
respect." Set sat on the bed, and Loki felt the ripples under his back
from the weight of Set's body. Set whispered, "First you cheat my boy
out of his payment for his work on the Asgard Estate's walls... even
when you knew that he was my boy." The grip on Loki's dick tightened,
which was followed by, sadly, the inevitable result. Loki tried to think
about Set's face, but it was dark, and Set did have a certain
Loki licked his lips. Sweat was beginning to trickle
down his forehead in the cool air. He said, "Eh, yeah, sorry about that,
but I'm sure I can make it up to you." He could think of several ways.
chuckled and patted Loki's belly. "I let that slide because you got
pregnant doing it and personally," Set's fingers brushed back down,
"this amused me." The knife slid up Loki's hardening dick. The fine edge
scraping along the sensitive skin. Set whispered, "Although, my boys,
they worry about the example this brings. They say 'Set, you gotta do
something about this joker.'" The knife brushed over the tip, a whisper
of a touch.
This wasn't the first time Loki had been about to
lose his dick. Fuck, the first time he yanked it off himself, but he
preferred to keep it attached. "Yeah, that was pretty funny." said Loki.
dark shifted again. The knife drifting down the other side. "But then
you distracted Brokk and Sindi when they were supposed to working on a
little project for me. One with a tight deadline." The bed swayed
beneath them as Set shifted. "Pretty smart offering to pay them with
your head, and then reneging because they couldn't have your neck." The
knife lightly cut the skin just below Loki's little head. "Course, that
wouldn't have stopped me." The knife lifted briefly. "But when they
sewed your lips shut, you made me laugh."
Loki tried to think,
then said, "So we're all good. I mean, what with you being a god of
redheads and foreigners, and my being a redhead, and not Egyptian." The
bed moved and Loki realized the movement wasn't coming from Set. Loki
was grinding his own ass down into the mattress, causing it to gently
ripple. Tried to lay still. Smiled even though Set couldn't see it,
because smiles were important. "Why, we're practically family! Blood
brothers even," said Loki, really wishing that knife would keep up what
it had been doing.
"But now, I am not laughing," whispered Set,
his voice a soft cement mixer. The knife trailed up Loki's stomach, the
tip scratching across his sternum. Loki tried to remain very still,
hands flat on the satin sheets. Didn't squirm at all. Set whispered, "I
come home from a very hard month taking care of some family business,"
Loki swallowed as the knife scraped past his heart and rested at the
base of his neck. Set said, "and what do I find when I come home?"
"Err," said Loki. This didn't seem the time for a smart remark. Or for that matter a stupid one.
knife did its drift across the skin of Loki's neck. Set said very
softly so Loki had to strain to hear him, "I find that you have been
dicking around with my mistress. And this, it makes me feel very
disrespected." The knife pushed harder into Loki's skin.
Sekhmet's idea. She, um," the words she seduced me just couldn't come
out. Also, the knife was beginning to break skin. It wasn't very sharp,
but it wouldn't need to be. The world narrowed to the cool air on Loki's
skin, the gentle movement of the bed under his back, the point of Set's
knife. Loki licked his lips and let loose his tongue. "I can help you."
The water bed had a tsunami as Set leaned forward. "I'm listening."
Yeah, take the bait, said the fly to the spider. Loki said, "Your family problems. Seems your brother Osirus has gone missing."
Set didn't move. His voice was non-committal. Almost uninterested, but Loki knew better. "A tragedy."
yeah, anyway, your sister Isis, as long as she keeps looking for her
brother-husband Osirus..." Loki had never had understood the whole
brother sister fucking thing. It just seemed...sure, it was perverse,
but kind of boring. "...you can't really take over the family business."
knife turned to lay flat against Loki's skin. Cool and hard. His cock
waved hello at it. Set whispered, "And how can you help me with that?"
reel it in. "I'll get her out of your hair." Concentrated on the
feeling of smooth under his naked not squirming ass. "I can keep her
busy. Convince her that Osirus has finally taken off for good. That he
couldn't handle being the King of the Underworld. Then you could step in
and show your sister that you can rule anything."
Sweat was trickling burning salt into his eyes now, but Loki didn't move. Just focused on Set's voice asking, "You can do that?"
can be very convincing." Loki smiled. He had him hooked. Reached up and
put his hand around Set's. Pushed the knife away from his neck. "Shall
we...ah, shake on it?"
"No," whispered Set. His faint shape
shifted, even though the bed didn't make a move. "Helping me with Isis
will show my boys your respect for our family, but it does not deal with
your personal disrespect for me." The knife began to drift back down.
Set said, "Roll over."
Loki shivered and turned over on the bed.
Felt the waves as he struggled for balance on his knees. Felt the hard
cold metal of the knife resting against his thigh.
Set whispered very close to his ear, a warm brush of dry desert wind, "When I'm done, you will be full of respect."
Loki swallowed and said, "Yeah." But Loki couldn't help asking, because he never could shut up. "So where is Osirus?"
patted Loki's butt and whispered, "In thirteen pieces at the bottom of
the Nile." Reached between Loki's legs and touched him. "Except for his
penis." Loki could feel the warmth of Set's body, but could only see
darkness, " That I ate."
Loki swallowed, and closed his eyes. Hot burning sweat trickling down his face, he stretched to accommodate his respect.
Loki was fishing.
ass was sore. His throat was sore. His back was a pretzel. The big soft
kind, like you could buy at the mall covered in garlic butter and salt.
His stomach growled. He scowled at the murky brown Nile. He wasn't sure
he'd want to eat anything that came out of that river.
But Loki was fishing and Isis had better show up soon. He was getting bored.
he'd reached bored an hour ago, but what with his extreme respect for
Set, he wasn't leaving this spot until Isis showed up to ask if any of
the poor little waifs along the river had seen her husband.
Loki was a poor waif. A little red headed bastard with freckles living
in a barrel by the Hesiod overpass. Fishing for his next meal in the
Nile river. Personally, Loki thought the " Kaos Rulz" graffiti to be a
nice touch. He was particularly proud of the flames coming out of the
letters. In the right light, they'd flicker.
"Excuse me," said a
rich whiskey voice. Loki looked up into the deepest pair of Earth brown
eyes that, huh, who know brown was deep. Green, sure, blue, well, of
course, but why had no one mentioned that Isis was a complete and utter
Cafe au Lait and whipped chocolate cream Betty. She was wearing this
sort of thin cotton sheet. He could see her nipples and, looking down,
he could tell that she was completely shaved. "Excuse me," she held out a
wedding photo. She and her green husband were smiling in their thin
cotton pectoral...damn she was fucking hot.
Isis said, "Have you seen this man?"
cleared his throat and reminded himself that he was supposed to be a
poor little waif who hadn't hit puberty yet. But, clearly, this called
for a change of plans. Loki took the picture. Looked at the smiling
faces in the photo. The sad beautiful woman in the mud spattered see
through cotton dress. Made up his mind.
He nodded yes.
smiled. Blah, blah, it was like the light from a flight of angels
getting it on with a gaggle of Valkyrie at a dingy bar in Soho,
Gabriel'd do anything once you got enough jello shots into him, or
possibly the sun just came out from behind a cloud, but Loki's muddy
spot by the underpass lit up. He might very well be in lust at first
sight. Really, really, powerful, this was a very bad idea, lust.
She leaned swayingly forward and said, "Where? Where did you see him?"
handed her back her photo. Slightly sticky from his hands. He said,
"Yeah, lady, I saw a box." Okay, nice start, where should he go with it?
Isis looked puzzled. He said, "It had this man's picture on it." Yeah,
sure, now what? "It was floating down the river." He pointed down river.
Good enough. That would give him a little time.
Isis sighed out
and even her breath smelled wonderful, like Myrrh and bitter almonds.
She brushed his shoulder lightly and said, "Thank you." She gave him a
gold coin and began to lusciously walk down river. He wanted to run
after and give her a bite.
Loki bit the coin thoughtfully, before
throwing his fishing rod into the river with a muddy splash. He was
going to need some help to pull this off.
Shortly after he turned
into a hawk and flew away, a stocky figure in a wrinkled brown suit
stood up from his place among the reeds. Efficiently put the cap back on
his camera, and headed back to his Gremlin.
air at " Joker's Wyld" was full of smoke and smirking laughter. Loki
slid into a free seat across from where Raven was dealing from a deck of
utterly and completely marked cards.
Coyote rattled some loaded
dice. Lolled his tongue and said, "Looky what the dog dragged in,"
cackled at his own joke before licking himself. As if Loki hadn't heard
that one before.
Anansi rolled all several hundred eyes and
called out to a passing waitress, "Another round. Loki's buying." Anansi
leaned forward, "Story I heard was you took Susannoo-no-mikoto for all
he was worth the other night."
"Ha, ha, ha," said Loki. But he
paid. He'd swiped Raven's wallet coming in, which turned out to be his
own wallet on inspection. Never trust a Corvidae. Loki said, "So, Raven,
Coyote, and Spider come into a bar and Raven says, I'd like some change
please." Picked up the cards and rifled them, palmed three and added a
French Postcard. Said, "So, have we gotten past the bad jokes part of
"What's got your dick bent out of shape?" said Raven, who -- damn it --, had already re-swiped Loki's wallet.
held out his hand and stuffed his wallet down his pants. At least that
way he'd enjoy the next theft. Raven gave good beak. Loki said, "I need
Coyote lapped up some beer and said, "Must be Tewsday." Another lap of beer. "Or Wodan's day." Lap. "Or Thorsday."
"Frejya's day," said Anansi, who was smirking somewhere in all that black fur.
Loki grinned into his beer. Good times. But, been there, done that, rode that horse hard and went wet to market.
"What's in it for us?" said Raven. He laid out his cards. All Kings. All five of them. All King of Hearts.
Loki looked at his hand of topless Queens and said, "Hey, it's not as if I haven't helped all of you."
enough," said Anansi, "Your daughter's a hideously attractive woman,
but I'd have hated to have her sit on me for all eternity." Then he
shrugged eight times, "But that was yesterday."
Coyote rolled his dice. Elevens. "I'm in." He smiled slyly into his beer. "You're always good for a laugh."
handed Raven the shiny button that Raven kept hidden under a stone
beneath the branches of a restless tree in the middle of a hungry forest
at the end of unreachable valley. Loki said, "You can play the infant."
Raven tapped at his shiny button and said, "Done."
But first, Loki would need a box.
stood in front of the heavy Rowan wood door. Looked at the dark stained
sign in red gothic letters hanging from gold chains by the door, "
He muttered, "Seriously, what kind of asshole names their house," and knew he was stalling. He rang the doorbell.
was a scramble behind the door and it swung open. Sif stood in the
doorway, one white hand clutched the dark stained frame. The golden hair
she'd cried for fell in long sheets to the dark hardwood floor. The
hair went with the full teen kitten breasts, lush pouting lips, and the
wide Baltic hips in her little white tennis outfit, and all about as
real. She breathed in and out. Said in that put on movie starlet voice
of hers, "Loki, you shouldn't be here. If Thor sees you he'll kill you."
put his hands in his pants pockets. "And he might see me, if he weren't
off smiting trolls." Smiled and put a little twinkle in his eyes.
"Relax. I'm just here to borrow something."
She toyed with the
upper button on her prim school girl shirt. Prim on a B cup maybe. On
Sif, not so much. She tapped a perfectly white tennis shoe against a
knot in the floor. "Why should I give you anything?"
back a lock of her fine golden hair and walked into the house. Looked
at the deer heads arranged randomly on the dark paneled walls. "Thor's
still decorating in early stuffed I see."
And the top button was
down. Sif licked her candy apple lips, which Loki had good reason to
know tasted that way too. At least until the lipstick was gone. She
said, "You shouldn't be here Loki." She fidgeted with the next button.
needed to un-stick the loop button. At least put the thing on random.
Loki said, "Do you still have that Egyptian sarcophagus end table in the
"Why?" and the second button was down. Um, he didn't
want to have sex with her in it. Not again. He almost couldn't get out
the last time.
"I can't exactly go buy one. Someone might
notice." Loki looked at the bear skin rug on the floor snarling at him
with glassy eyes. The giant lacquered fish above the stone fireplace.
The elk looking bored by the doorway. The partially open front door, and
the sunlit garden with its red hatted gnomes beyond. What kind of
asshole did that to gnomes? Sure, they were annoying little bastards,
"I don't care what it is you say you want," Sif took
his arm and pulled him softly towards the bear skin rug. "I want you to
Fine, but he was only doing this for the poor little
stuffed gnomes in her front yard. He grabbed Sif by the arms and threw
her down onto the bear skin rug. He said, "I'm taking the sarcophagus."
third button was toast and her front closure bra had popped open. Damn,
she was good. Obvious, but good. She pushed herself up onto her elbows,
chest forward, one leg bent at the knee, and said, "I'll fight you."
and then heaved her chest a few times for emphasis.
"Somehow I doubt it." Shifted. Grew taller and broader and a good deal
more dull looking. Boomed, "Why would you want to fight your own
He didn't bother to take off any of his clothes,
although by now she was practically falling out of her shirt. Just
ripped off her little girl underwear and tossed it on the bored elk.
went on safari under her pleated tennis skirt through curling golden
jungles and into the warm valley below, while she sort of writhed
around, and breathily whimpered, "No!" twist and turn, "No!"
he got serious. Enough theatrics already. Lied with his tongue until
she keened long and high. One of the maids came in, took one look, and
Anyone could come in at any time. Thor. Sif's
tennis instructor. The pool boy. Odin. Wouldn't that make a party. Loki
couldn't bring himself to care.
He kept on until Sif was crying for Thor to punish his bad, bad girl with his mighty hammer.
he flipped her over and gave the forge birthmark on her rounded butt
something to be pink about. A fast hard spanking to make everyone feel
better, while she worked him with her soft little hands and asked for
another. Then he slammed her mewling ass back into the rough bear that
Thor had killed.
Tangled tongues with her cherry stem trick.
Swallowed all her words and smeared her candy apple away until she was
just a woman. Sobbing on a dead skin on a hard wood floor.
Lay in trembling in the moment, and then vaulted out of there. The gnomes had had their show.
looked up at him as he tucked himself back in and lit up a cigarette.
There were tears trembling in her pale blue eyes. "Why do I let you keep
doing this to me?" One perfect tear rolled down a peach petal cheek. "I
feel so disgusting."
He breathed out a blue stream of smoke. He
might have believed that a bit more if she wasn't sprawled in a Lana
Turner pose from the poster in her dressing room. He said, "I seem to
have that affect," and went to go get his end table, and a few other
things, for time spent. The gnomes would want it that way.
it'd be a day or so before Isis worked her way down the river, Loki
went home. Always a mistake. But really, Loki's dick wasn't the only
stick he had in the fire. Although, okay, that was an unpleasant image.
But not entirely inappropriate for the evening.
picked lint off his suit as they waited for the front desk at "
Aegir's" to do their credit check. She was wearing a simple high necked
white wool dress. White wool princess coat. Elegant. Restrained. Not a
hair out of place. Hard to believe an hour before she'd been bucking on
the waves, sinning for her penance. She picked another piece of lint.
At least there was alcohol. And after that, the hangover.
being suitably sniffed at by the wait staff, Loki made it to the
doorway of the latest thing in stick up your butt dining. Hell frozen
over. Loki said, "I should call Hel for her birthday. Any idea when that
Sigyn flushed and said, "Loki. Please. How can you talk to me about your children by another woman?"
looked up at the acrobatic floor show flipping across the ceiling. They
were pretty good. Said, "Actually, I only mentioned one of them, but we
can discuss my son, the world ending wolf, or my... giant snake."
was better. Sigyn turned white to match her outfit. She looked around
to see if anyone had heard them. As if anyone was close enough to hear.
place was an enormous cavern with slabs of ice floating on an cold blue
lake. Dotted with levels of tiny little white tables for the beautiful
people to look at each other.
Also, for some reason, there were
puffins marked with little signs and balancing trays on their little
heads. Loki guessed penguins must be last season now that everyone was
Loki jumped down onto the first ice flow to float on
by. Sigyn hung onto him and whispered, "Please be careful this evening.
Loki scooped a Sex on the Beach (yeah, he wished)
off a passing puffin tray. "Don't worry, I'll be good, or good at it."
He winked at her. Sigyn put on her smell a fart suffer face.
Loki looked around.
Everyone was here, and, traveling by ice flow, you had to pass everyone to get anywhere.
even spotted Set sitting at a table in a dark corner, naturally, with a
cow headed woman who had the most enormous tits that Loki had ever
seen. Sekhmet wasn't going to be happy about that, which on the whole,
could be a good thing.
Aphrodite was holding court on an iceberg
with her beautiful little mortal toy blinking next to her. Seems it was
Adonis' sweet sixteen. Apparently, that was old enough for Aphrodite to
finally admit she wasn't exactly playing Adonis' mommy, but still be coy
Sigyn kissed her hellos while Loki wondered if
slipping the kid a birthday kazoo in the restroom counted as being good.
Then again, given the arctic in Aphrodite's ice flow stare, he decided
that he wasn't crazy enough to mess around with a love goddesses' chew
Plus, Loki wasn't really into breaking things in. Well worn with a full bag of tricks was much better.
Loki drank his sex and scooped up a passing Sidecar. At this rate, he'd be comfortably numb by the time they flowed on by.
kicked a slow puffin wearing the sign, "Hello, my name is Fimafeng,"
and turned when he heard Huitlipochli laugh. The young sun and war god
was sitting next to his mother, who was sipping a Bloody Mary with one
head and nagging Huitlipochli with the other. Kid was wearing a tux, but
his hair was spiked into the club form of the night. By midnight, Loki
knew Huitlipochli'd be back at the "Smoking Mirrors" in next to nothing.
Rolling his dice of the night.
High above, on one of the aery
ice perches, Lucifer was feeding florescent jello shots to a giggling
Gabriel. That looked like fun, but that wasn't his table.
stood up as they approached. All Father Knows Best at the high table
with his trophy wife, Frigga. She looked like she'd been knocking back
Valium since before Noah's little cruise and was feeling fine with it. A
set of his sons by all his trophies tuliped around the high table, with
a few other lucky mushrooms, while the rest of the Aesir and Vanir
perched at tables with their necks elegantly craned for scraps on their
Everyone looking perfect and beautiful. The best of friends. Netted in diamonds and bound with ties.
All the usual suspects, except Thor, still banging trolls with his short hammer no doubt.
rushed forward and blinked at Odin, and the only empty seats at the
high table. They'd need to sit for their scraps like all the other good
little boys and girls. She said, "We're late. I'm so, so sorry," and
gave Loki the sort of look that made him want to jump up on the table
and sing show tunes.
But then there was the question of Porter or
Sondheim, and so he never did. Except that once, and he'd deny none of
it. Most of the rumors were better than what happened anyway.
So instead he sat down in the empty chair next to Sif, who shifted uncomfortably. As well she should.
Loki slapped his hand against his leg in three short sharp cracks and watched Sif turn pink. Bite her collagen lips. Squirm.
Hod, being blind, settled for saying, "What?" While Balder was cat and
canary smiling at Loki, which since he was a puppy meant he was about to
do something spectacularly stupid.
Meanwhile, back with the all
Father, Odin was saying, "No, no, my dear. For Loki, this is early." He
patted Sigyn on the back. Sigyn smiled soft as butter and went to sit
down in the empty chair next to Balder.
Balder flung himself out
of his chair to seat Sigyn, not as if any of the puffin wait staff were
rushing to do it. Balder's wife, Nanna, sat there and went into her own
Just a happy little family outing.
reached across the table, grabbed old One Hand's Martini and gulped it
down. Tyr's lips did some sort of almost smile. Said, "Glad to share."
Loki said, "I was sure you would be," and winked at Tyr's frisky little mouse of a wife, who flushed. As well she should.
beamed avuncular and pater familias at the gods and his one flaming
giant. Said, "Now that everyone's here." He raised his glass for a
toast. "To a very profitable third quarter." Ringed hands clicked
against cut glasses dutifully raised for that profitable two bits of a
Balder cleared his throat of canary and said, "Before we
toast, I'm afraid that it seems..." Loki sipped Tyr's Martini. A little
too much vermouth. He wondered what if they made a better Gimlet. "It's
just that -- " Balder turned to Sigyn and said, "I'm sorry to have to do
this in such a public place, but events have gotten away from me."
off professor Odin, his rune gleaming Ingawaz for god, bit like
branding a dog, dog, or Zawagni, said, "My boy, don't keep us in
suspense, or Loki here will finish Tyr's drink before the toast."
tapped the fingers of his fake hand on the table. "Wouldn't want the
V.P. of Euclidean Math to miss out on leaching onto anything."
took another too much vermouth sip. "S.V.P of Copernican Geometry to
you, Handy, and I think you'd be surprised at where I've been leaching."
Tyr opened his mouth to say something really boring.
smugged another smile and said, "Don't bother Tyr. Loki's already in
plenty of trouble for his mathematics." Balder flipped his dial back to
earnestly looking at Sigyn.
Nanna was just loving that. Another minute and she'd be pulling a Mad Juana of Castile on Balder without the anesthetic.
gods started quivering at their own floor show. Although for Loki's
money, the triplets in the golden cage on the ceiling had better legs.
But no one asked Loki.
Balder was laying it on thick and
oblivious to anyone not Sigyn. He said, "I thought if I could show you
physical proof that, that you'd finally..." He took a deep breath,
"I...I hired a detective to follow Loki." He placed his hands flat on
the table next to his Robish Roy Gingery Rogers.
Hod hunched in his chair, said, "Oh, Balder." and closed his sightless eyes.
did what?" said Odin, looking ready to pop his glass eye out. Frigga
was stepping off her Valium cloud and starting to look anxious. She'd
better pop a few more with her next martini. No, make that a Sidecar.
She'd be better off.
Odin glanced at Loki, who shrugged.
Depending on how long the dick had been following him, actually about a
day would be long enough to see all sorts of interesting dipped in
chocolate and given sprinkles fun. He wondered if there were pictures.
He wondered if the dick was attractive in a hard brutal sort of way. A
Private Dick. Although, for equal opportunity, he'd also take a sultry
long legged wise cracking broad. With his luck, the sort of dick Balder
would hire was a perky blonde from the burbs.
Balder was shaking
his head. All proud puppy piddling on the carpet, as all the assembled
Aesir and Vanir stared at their god of innocence. "I had expected
depravity, but I was not expecting to learn the Loki has been running
wholesale fraud at the company." Balder looked at his father sadly. All
justice in his eyes, "I'm afraid this may not turn out to be such a
stellar quarter after all."
Odin put his hand on his son's
shoulder, lightly so as not to hurt the little bastard. "You are going
to call your detective off right now."
Balder puffed up all the
more. Stage two. Young Lochinvar. Too bad he didn't have a horse. An
electric car just wasn't the same. He said, "It's too late for that. The
authorities have already been contacted." He looked again at Sigyn. "I
just didn't want you to be too shocked when they arrived." He moved his
hands a little closer to her. "Your family is here for you..."
Sigyn made a little gasp in her throat, not unlike when Loki was fucking her the Davy Jones into the water bed.
grinned at Odin, although by now it was hard to feel his lips as the
alcohol made its sad lonely way through his blood. He said, "Bet your
wishin' you'da cut me in for more accounty-bily now. Blood brother."
Then he stood up. This took some coordination, so he did it slowly. He
said, "Gotta take a leak." Counted one, two, three. Odin was whispering
urgently to Balder, looking pious. Sigyn was having a wring hands fest.
Yeah, her family were certainly there for her all right.
The other tables began to buzz with loving conversation.
Loki somehow managed to make it to the bathroom and keep from tipping over into the cold blue water. It looked uninviting.
Bathroom wasn't much better. Full of flat fat asses and cold walls.
wondered how much of the third quarter profits would go to making the
naif's initiative disappear. Or maybe they'd all be in prison in time
for Christmas. Although, from the sound of things in the aerie, the
angels on high were progressing rapidly toward spreading some really
good tidings of comfort and joy.
At least Huginn and Munnin were having a good time.
Loki liberated another drink from yet another puffin and watched the triplets in the golden cage shake their fringe things.
Set's cow-headed woman yanked him back into an ice fissure with mood
lighting and the faint whispers of people passing on their way to the
Not that he minded the sudden privacy, given that the
woman's udders were straining for papa out of her scrap of nothing
dress, but he'd spilled his drink. And there was never a good reason for
that. Unless it involved licking.
He looked at the cow-headed
woman. Hard to tell if this involved licking. Maybe he should become a
Minotaur. But that wasn't as much fun as it seemed.
Loki tried to
pull his alcohol drizzled thoughts together and said, "Don't know what
Sekhmet told you about me, but um, hi." He drank what was left of his
drink to protect it from her evil drink spilling ways.
too soon, as the woman hit him in the shoulder. She said, "Sharp
thinking Trickster. Sekhmet is Hathor's vengeance godhead."
said Loki. Egyptians could be confusing even when he was sober.
Brothers who were nephews and their own grandpa. "So, um, yeah." Stared
at her chest. "Feeling like being degraded? I may be looking at really
hard time soon," and tried to wiggle his eyebrows. They felt like they
were three feet out from his head.
Hathor-Sekhmet, whoever the
hell she was today, crossed her arms, which had the interesting result
of squishing her breasts out. She said, "Get serious. We've got a
problem Tiger," then cocked her broad delta butt South and looked,
really, really cold. An Egyptian in the Arctic freezing... not that he
was going to suggest she wear more clothes. Then he honed in on the key
words. "I'm knocked up and since Set's firing blanks, we have a big
"Heh," said Loki, feeling simultaneously terrified,
pleased, and iced to the hairline drunk. "I'm cross pantheonic.
Pantheonish. Pantheon-fucking-cuceiform." He needed another drink. Or
possibly a good hard screw in an ice fissure. Maybe Set could join in
and it'd be a whole fucking party.
She punched his shoulder again. "I'm glad you're so happy. We need to come up with a plan. Set is going to..."
have a cow?" Mmmm...cows with women's bodies. Really built women. He
might never go back to his iceberg. Just live in a world of icy nippled
cows and slow moving puffins. As long as she stopped spilling his
drinks. She started to shiver. Excellent. Oldest trick in the book. He
said, "Here," and pulled her close to him, "Just for...a...warmth."
I suppose you have a bridge to sell me." But she snuggled into him.
Enormous firm breasts, cold and puckered, pushing against his chest; she
pinched him. "Pay attention, Tiger. Unless you want to be castrated, we
need to figure out what to tell Set?"
Loki shrugged, which by no
strange coincidence rubbed him against Hathor interestingly. Then he
closed his eyes, because blurring and multiplying cow heads were
distracting and said, "Eh, he ate Osirus' penis, after you, uh, know.
Just tell him he's unes-pec-tadaly, um, virile." Loki rubbed the part
under discussion against her hips so she'd get the point.
"Really!" Hathor pulled away from him, and looked strangely pissed.
He stared at her and her twins. "If you're feelin...um...parti-icula-ly pissed at him, I could, um degrade you some more."
looked at him for a long moment, and then said, "Nice try Sport. I'm a
cow, not an idiot." she looked at him with her big cow eyes. "Do you
think our son will be a divine spirit of vengeance and retribution?"
question. He said, "Fenrir's jaws can scrape the sky and Jörmungandr's
wrapped all the way round the World, hmmm," He thought about that, "and
then there are the trolls and Hel, and I gave birth to an eight legged
horse." He fussed for his wallet, "Wanna see some pictures?"
take that as a yes Tiger." Hathor might have smiled at him. It was hard
to tell. She sauntered her delta out of their crack of ice.
closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together. Nothing for it
really. If there wasn't going to be degrading sex in a public place,
he'd have to do the next best thing. He burned down the level of his
perfectly good drunk to a more useful buzz, and left his uselessly
Hathor was apparently not only stacked, but
amazingly fast. She'd slipped all the way back to her table with Set
none the wiser. Too bad.
Loki went to talk to the Head Waiter,
puffin wrangler. The man sniffed until Loki slipped him a few Franklins
and then he went a bit more Nutrasweet. Loki said, "I'd like a box of
"Certainly, sir," said Mr. Cancerous Sweetener. "Any particular flavor?"
be mistletoe pulp. Anything else won't do." Waited for his box and a
bottle of Cristal, because if you can't knock back the bubbly with
family, who can you celebrate with?
He made his way back to his
iceberg; the cavern illuminated by sudden flashes of angelic light. A
bottle in one hand and the box of paper under his arm.
throwing a spear at Balder. That was one way to get the tension off. The
ground was littered with glasses and cutlery. Frigga smiling proudly as
the spear bounced off her son. No River Styx for Frigga. She'd gone to
each and every thing, and asked them not to hurt her precious boy. Her
little doomed bouncing god of light. Except poor little mistletoe.
Wasn't Balder special. Preening and asking Sigyn to throw a knife, which she never would.
Nanna seemed ready for some knife throwing though. But Odin was a traditionalist. Always with the spearing.
Loki dropped his box of paper with a flat smack on one of the tables south of the salt, and gave Idunn a pinch. "Miss me?"
She sat there innocently and glared mascara at him. Didn't say a thing. Must not have missed him.
Balder definitely hadn't. But he didn't threaten Loki with John or Dick law.
Loki got busy with un-caging the cork on his champagne. He said, "Odin, are you my Blood Brother?"
picked up the damned magic spear that Loki had given him and said,
"Yes, of course I am. I've spoken with Balder and assured him that this
has just been a horrible misunderstanding." Odin-wolf smiled
meaningfully at the assembled gods. "Come back to your place at the
table and we can have our toast."
Loki twisted the cork carefully
out of the bottle with as nice and sweet a pop as anyone could wish.
Only a spiff sent a cork flying. Wasted bubbly better poured in a glass
and raised, "To the third quarter." Loki drank a healthy swallow. Tasted
like chocolate and honey and tiny bubbles fizzing his spine.
an arm over Bragi's flinching shoulder. "But we're all brothers in arms
here." Took another swallow of liquid paradise and pulled in little
apple pop tart Idunn for some of the action. Let her taste some
champagne and splashed a little on her golden apples, because a lick was
all it ever took to get her wriggly. Then let her go and said, "Wait,
no. Even I have standards. Thiazzi said you were a good fuck, but
someone who'd screw her brother's killer while the body was still
warm..." He gestured with his champagne glass, "That's just cold."
said between gritted teeth, "Enough, Loki. Sit down and be quiet. We've
all agreed to be friends here." He was still gripping Gungnir, his
magic spear that never missed. Yeah, friendly.
"Yes, Loki, please stop." She trembled into her chair, golden apple
dress stained with champagne. Glanced at her fellow gods, all watching
her with hungry eyes; the ice flows beyond, watching the show. Frejya
leaned into her brother and whispered. Freyr laughed.
Idunn whispered, "I'll give you anything if you stop."
Balder looked like he wanted to say something, but Nanna and Frigga were hissing steadily at him.
grinned. "That's not what Thiazzi, or Grefjon, or Nirdir, or Freyr, or
for that matter Frejya said." Loki started to pour himself some more
Cristal, then skipped it and went for a quick suckle at the source.
Smiled at his next silk and diamond lambs. Said, "So, Frejya tell me,
what is the appeal of fucking your brother? Following family tradition,
or did he give you a bit too much Cartier for your birthday and you just
forgot yourself. You can tell us. We're all family here." Loki pulled
out a piece of paper and decided to go with a triple wing back.
Handsome Freyr put a protective Attic Flowers arm around his beautiful sister. Said, "I think that's enough, Loki."
Tyr called out, "Shut up, Loki. Freyr is the best of all of us."
that, Balder? Your status is slipping." Loki made another fold. "Course
if Tyr spent a little less time concentrating on the best of all of us,
and a little more on his wife, two blonds wouldn't be raising a red
headed son. Or are you finally wondering about basic biology?"
The mouse gasped, and she and Try began to speak carrying whispers.
back in the land of uncomfortable sibling touching, Frejya finally
shrugged off her brother's arm and hissed at him. Darted her empty sky
eyes at her friends and family. Then she opened her purse with a snap.
"Perhaps if I write you a check Liar, you can teach yourself not to
spread false rumors."
Loki finished his first plane and threw it
at Balder. It looped through the air and skidded into Frigga at the high
table. She was so pickled, she hardly noticed.
Loki plucked a floating feather out of the air. Loki said, "No. While the devil has his fun, I think I'll tell the truth."
stepped down to Loki's level. "Blood brother, come back to your seat."
he said as he all but crushed Loki's shoulder with a vise grip. Muttered
through his beard, "Stop it. We can renegotiate your cut after we deal
with the Balder's little mess." Odin smiled genially at his gods.
picked up his paper and champagne and followed Odin, like a good dog
with teeth. Said, "Maybe I should hang a few more men." Loki sat in the
empty chair next to Hod. Cute musical chairs. "That is how you like to
decide who wins and loses battles. Isn't it?" Loki pulled out another
piece of paper and began to fold sharp cutting lines. "You're like a
woman. Putting out for whoever begs the most."
standing at the head of the table. " At least I've never been pregnant,
living in the underworld, milking undead cows."
Nirdir laughed, while Balder went with a quiet beam. Tyr was still arguing with his wife.
Loki scratched the air. Muttered. "Wish a cow were milking me right
now." He finished another paper airplane and let it fly. It lofted
straight at Balder, then veered at the final moment for a fateful crash
into the blue water. Better luck in the next life weary wanderer.
said, "You're right Odin. You're nothing like woman. After all, when
Frigga thought you were dead, she had to marry both of your brothers
into her bed to replace you. Frigga, did you fuck them at the same time,
or did they take turns trying to live up to the All Father."
smile got extra special frozen and she reached into her bag and pulled
out several little green pills and washed them down with a Gimlet look.
Odin sat down.
Loki said, "Funny how we don't see them at these
little family get togethers anymore." Held up another airplane and let
fly. It circled all the way around the iceberg and disappeared into the
mist. Farewell wayward traveler.
Hod whispered, "Loki, stop. The
next time something goes wrong, they'll all remember." Clutched his
drink and stared sightlessly at the air. "They always do."
Loki said, "Maybe I don't care anymore. Let's see who is next." and he tossed another airplane.
snatched it from the air and laughed breathlessly in her little girl
lace party dress. She walked around the table. Eyes a little too bright
for just champagne. Sank to her knees next to him and offered him her
She bit her lip and said in her false voice, "Since I'm offering you the glass of peace, you must treat me well."
really needed to stop acting in home movies. "I've been nice enough to
you today, but from where you are, you can return the favor." Loki
spread his legs and cupped himself.
There was a moment while she
processed with that over bright smile. She threw the martini in his face
and flounced her lace back to her seat. He licked the cold stinging
drops. Still too much vermouth. Washed it down with champagne. Said,
"But then I can see where you'd want some more nice. Thor, big on
thunder, not a lot of lightening."
There was a laugh from behind him. Loki said, "I wouldn't laugh, Frejya, I'm not done with you yet."
Hod whispered, "You should be nicer Loki."
folded another wicked swooped plane. "You're right. I'll start now. You
never get to throw anything at your dear brother Balder." He flipped a
spoon at Balder. At least that hit target. Even it bounced. Loki put the
plane in Hod's hand, " Throw this."
Balder stood up, but didn't come around. He said, "Leave him alone. He's blind, he can't hit me."
"Then in my new helpful role, I'll guide him." Loki drank down a long sweet swallow of sparkle."Want to try, Hod?"
"Maybe," said Hod. Whispered, "Will it hit him do you think?"
"Hard to say, but we can give it a try." Loki put his hand around Hod's and then pointed him in the right direction.
let the plane fly. Loki wasn't sure if it was the angels after glowing
softly above, or the cranky Aztec war god on the next iceberg, or Odin
gripping his never miss spear and smiling blandly at him, but the
airplane went straight as a die. Hit Balder right between the eyes, and
the glowing self righteous bastard fell down dead.
Frigga screamed. Rushed to her baby.
Loki said, "Guess you should have talked to the mistletoe," and had another drink.
Hod said, "Did I hit him?"
"Yeah, you hit him all right." Loki handed the champagne bottle by the neck to Hod. "You might need this."
was saying in a loud voice to Frigga. "Don't panic. We'll just ask Hel
to release his soul, and he'll be back before you know it."
"Good luck with that," said Loki.
"What's wrong?" said Hod. Twisting his neck, as if he could see if he just strained enough.
your champagne." Loki stood up. Then everything went black. Mostly
because he was standing in the shadow of Thor in a shoulder straining
tux. Then everything went blue, as Thor threw Loki into the water. It
was freezing and cold and a merciful end to the evening.
sank, Loki wondered what Hel would wring out of Odin for the favor.
Happy birthday Sweetie. Not that this was the gift she really wanted.
But he was a terrible father, so this was what she got.
Loki turned into a mighty salmon of un-justice and swam down the drain.
Time to poke at his other sticks in the fire.
walked down the river all day and past the night. Past the point where
the Nile ran into the river. Past the monstrous dockyard machines
loading and unloading the great boats that carried the goods of the city
into the World. Past the point where the great river delta ran past the
city and into the Sea.
But nowhere along the river, although she
looked in every patch of weeds, did she find the box containing her
beloved. But Isis would not rest until she found him.
In a small
parking lot overlooking the ocean, she met two laughing brown eyed boys
playing jacks. She held out her photo and asked them if they had seen
Osirus, if they had seen her beloved in his box floating down the shore.
who was he kidding. It played out like this. Isis ran into Coyote and
Raven jacking around like good little plants by the sea shore.
practically peed himself when he saw Isis, and Raven was very, very
happy to be the baby. They directed Isis to where Osirus' "box" had
ended up, sprouted a tree, and been turned into column in the house of
the Great Astarte. Happily out of the city being pummeled into shape at
the Lamia's spa.
Blah, blah. Raven got to be the baby nursed back
to health. Coyote got his hair braided. While Anansi over played
Astarte like the ham he was. Loki almost came out of the box several
times to hit them. But hey, whatever worked.
Isis flung open the
box that he'd been crammed into for the last several hours and grasped
him to her breasts weeping. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again. I
was so worried." Loki almost felt guilty, but seriously, her husband was
in thirteen pieces at the bottom of the Nile. Except for the piece Set
And well, Loki still had that part.
Which he put to
good use in Astarte's bed like the sky. Soft pillows and down. Velvet
and Isis. Shed of her stained see through cotton and tangled softly with
him. Whispering sweet words as she touched him. Told him that his
kisses were like sweet summer wine that she rejoiced to drink. That his
lips were her cup and his eyes were her soul. That her heart, was his
heart beating rapidly in her breast like a dove.
Soft full breasts that swayed above him. Ripe pomegranate fruit. Now he was a poet.
she told him that his loins were a fountain and his phallus like a
cedar of Lebanon. The spear of the sun that pierced the sky. That she
was the dark sweet earth and drank the river's bounty, as she rode up
and down over him. Soft as myrrh and bitter almonds. Her tears falling
on his face like a hot rain. Burning and beautiful.
It was the most fucking spiritual sex he'd ever had.
wasn't quite sure he should do it again, but then he did. Rubbed all
over with dampened barley, while she told him that he was her world. The
sky spread over the land. The hot sun pounding down into the longing
earth. The water rising from the river and melting into the land.
Loki wasn't sure he could do it again. But then they were. Spooned
around her. Small, tiny movements. The lap of water on the shore.
Until Loki wasn't sure where Isis ended and he began. Twined limbs and hot juices in a stolen bed.
Seemed Isis was a fertility goddess.
It went on forever. Days. A week. Hours. It was difficult to tell. Sweet and soft and stolen.
Astarte was going to come home eventually, or so the urgent knocks on
the door said. So Loki led Isis down to the night time beach. Told her
that Set had tried to kill him, which was true in a way. That she should
be careful, true enough. That she should tell no one that she'd found
him, definitely true. That she should go now.
She told him to
meet her in the Butterfly House in the park tomorrow night, at moon
rise, and then pulled him down into the sand, still warmed by the sun to
bid him goodbye. He got sand in places where sand should not go. He
wanted to do it again.
Lay back staring at the night sky after
she left him. Wondered if midnight had always been that deep a blue. If
the Milky Way had always been that milky? If he were fucking crazy?
Seriously. The plan was screw her once and then suggest a five way with
Queen Astarte, her handmaiden, and a groomsman, previously unseen.
She'd flounce off, or, damn the sky was beautiful.
Raven settled into the sand in a flurry of wings, while Coyote curled up around him and said, "No five way, huh?"
dropped down onto the sand. "Yeah, that was my favorite part," she
plumped her breasts, "but I see you had other favorite parts in mind."
Loki sat up, "Oh, take that off."
said, "Look who's talking," and then melted into a spider. A spider
with a tiger's giant dick. Anansi shrugged. "I wanted to be prepared."
Raven looked at Loki with a black whirling eye. "Crap," said Raven.
Anansi snapped off the tiger's dick and put his tiny one back on. "I could not agree more."
Coyote whined and licked himself.
his friends left him there, laying and lying on the beach in his
borrowed shape and skin because they were complete and utter assholes.
But then again, he wasn't one to talk. Oh, who was he kidding. He was always one to talk.
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.
himself off. Took a shower in Astarte's bathroom of the stars. All
those black and white faces staring out at him from their gold frames.
Eyes twinkling over bold signatures. Beautiful. Dead. And now upside
down. With mustaches.
Except Errol Flynn. Loki gave him a stack
of pretty starlets to shuffle with in Astarte's bed like the sky.
Smelling of sex and sweat and fermented barley.
He put the casket in the back of his car. Pulled out just as Astarte wafted down on a cloud.
the long way back into the city. Along Hwy 1's twist and purr turns.
Dumped the casket in the bay because he certainly wasn't returning it.
Then kept on going over the series of bridges that linked the islands of the Delta.
set rust and suspension reaching glories. Kept on driving past the toes
of the city down the coast to let the wind give his head an enema.
He'd just reached the Devil's Slide heart stop cliff. Sea breeze and his baby grinding the curves of the early morning blacktop.
Which was about when his car blew up.
Which really pissed Loki off.
loved that car. He put his foot down to keep from sailing off the edge
and sat in the burning seat for a moment. Then he got up. Stood there
naked by his burning beautiful baby. Gone too soon.
someone's trying to tell me something, or they're an idiot," said Loki
trying to make a mental list of all the people who might want to kill
him. This might require a relational database, three attractive data
entry personnel of indeterminate sex, and who was he kidding? He'd loose
interest before they reached B for Balder, dead as a doorknob. The real
question was who had access to his car. Not that he'd been watching it,
but no one knew where he was.
It was a puzzle. A sad burning
puzzle by the side of the road. He shifted into some appropriate black
clothes on and gave his baby a Viking funeral push off the cliff and
hummed the Ride of the Valkyries.
Turned into a hawk and flew
back down the coast. Over where the river Van, which meant Hope, spilled
into the river. He could have flown up to the headwaters of the Van, to
his slavering son, to Fenrir, chained under the earth with an
impossible ribbon, but he didn't. He did what he always did.
over the rainbow to the fucking beautiful emerald landfill island where
the Aesir lived. Landed on his driveway. No baby in the garage.
was standing in the living room, holding onions under their son's
heads. Naturally they were crying. They'd been at it for awhile. There
were streaks in Vali's white makeup.
"Hey, dad," said Vali, sniffing melancholy bored tears.
Narfi shook off the onion and said, "Mother, why don't you give it to Father."
turned her own tear stained at Loki. She waved a newspaper at him and
said, "Loki where have you been. Odin's asked for a city wide period of
mourning. Everyone has to cry or Hel won't let Balder come back."
"Huh," Loki smiled, "And it's not even my birthday." He walked toward the stairs.
Sigyn rushed at him with an onion. "Loki, you have to cry."
He grabbed the onion and tossed it at the wall with a splat. "I'm not going to cry for Balder. I didn't even like him."
looked at the onion and her sons. Said, "We don't have to use an onion.
I could give you wasabi. Or, or, you could go to that club you like so
much for hot chilies." Vali perked up at that, but the kid was going to
have to find his own way there, because Loki had decided. Finally. To
get the hell out of Dodge. He could take Isis up the coast. Be Osirus
full time. It'd be easy as a lie, and he was good at that.
Turned on his toe and walked back out the door, while Sigyn pleaded after him.
So he went to the park. Full of sobbing children, crying because someone pretty in a picture had died.
stole a paper and read about the crescent of flowers that well wishers
were leaving at the gates to Balder's humble little solar mansion. There
were pages of memorials describing Balder's charities and good works.
How the city could finally give back to one of their most shining sons.
Loki laughed, sort of, wadded the paper up and threw it in a trash can overflowing with picnic garbage.
went to a spare wooden tea house in the cherry blossom and burning
maple end of the Park and had tiny formal women serve him green tea from
a steel pot that tasted like barley.
Smoked a cigarette and
strolled off his angles. Went into a mirror and gilt temple of massage.
Had a beautifully serious young man in an orange robe twist him into a
pretzel, like the hard kind you get on planes when you don't fly first
Bought a mild curry from a cheerful weeping vendor and sat
in the Botanical gardens. Threw paper airplanes at the cedar trees,
until they looked like airplane Yule. Then he set one on fire in
Walked along the Lake, as the sun went down.
Lanterns were lit one by one. Reflecting in the water. The moon hadn't
risen yet, but he couldn't wait to begin.
He made his way to the Butterfly House, put on his stolen face, and went in.
was hot and the air was soft. Ropes of butterflies were sleeping on
hanging vines, while violently pale moths brushed by him in the dark.
Lantern light peered through the thousands of panes of glass. Like a
thousand doors onto the city.
She was sitting on the lip of a
box, one long leg swinging back and forth. Isis smiled when she saw him
and said, "Hello, Tiger."
She smiled, and he almost didn't notice, but he did.
At first he thought she was sitting on his box, but this wasn't an end table that you could buy on sale at Macy's.
was beautiful and golden. Gashed with ugly scars, and the stains of the
river. He touched a deep cut in the wood and said, "Where did you find
"Oh, Loki, the question isn't where, but when." She
laughed like husky whiskey and the dark earth. Took his startled
borrowed face in her hands and kissed him like she was tasting him.
He said into her lips, "I'm Osirus."
nibbled her way across his cheek and whispered, "Do you think I don't
know the taste of my own husband, like the perfume of Punt." She pulled
him down onto the lip of the box, teetering on the edge. "You taste like
smoke and frost." Her soft hands touched his chest. She whispered,
"You're early, so we have a little time, but I think you should know, I
called your blood brother. You're a little sweetener for his upcoming
support in my family troubles." She kissed him. "For my help in making
his problems disappear."
Loki pulled away from her. He should leave, right now. Become a butterfly and blend, or a bird. Smash out of a window and away.
He sat on the edge of the box. Looked at her. "Why?"
ran a strong finger along his eyebrow and said, "Because I'm a goddess
of fertility. I know Ra's name and I can bring the dead back to life,
but even for me," she reached down and touched his phallus of Lebanon,
stupid thing, even now hard for the soft earth, "There are limits."
pushed him back, down into the high walls of the golden box with its
gouges on the walls. "Do you think our son will be a divine spirit of
vengeance and retribution?"
Loki swallowed. "Probably."
pealed off her cotton dress. Stood there naked and brilliant in the
dark. She said, "You can go if you want. Run now." She climbed in with
him. Kissed his face like the rain that never fell on her river. Said,
"Or you can stay for one more time."
Loki laughed, because he was
in love. And between Set and Isis, Loki had a lot more respect for
Isis. She'd fucked him over much harder, and with a hell of a lot more
Reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair black as
the night that spread over the sea, smelling like myrrh and bitter
poison almonds. Kissed her lips that were his cup of heady mead. The
draught of which he'd never get his fill. Kissed her pomegranate
breasts, consumed their dark seed tips. Her soft cries like a dove, like
the sea washing over him. Until he didn't know where she ended and he
began. Until he knew exactly where he ended, driving into her center, as
above them moths fluttered in the shadows of light. Drove down her road
until they came to the end, the cliff at the edge of the sea, and he
drove off. On fire, and flying. Until he drowned.
"Thank you. That's what I needed," and kissed him one last time. The
length of a moth's brush, and then she stepped off of him. Out of the
box and into the dark.
Somewhere a million miles away, there was a
smashing at his glass walls. Seems the relatives were dropping in. Sold
up the river of the Nile, but he smiled.
Loki jumped into the
pool at the foot of the fake waterfall and swam down the drain a salmon,
but there was nowhere to go. It was a closed system in a Butterfly
Wriggled in the net he'd once made and struggled at the slick ropes that bound him.
Looked at the silver bowl of the sky and remembered.
Sigyn said, "I'm sorry, Loki, but I have to go empty the poison. I'll be right back. You know I'll always take care of you."
know," he said, and he did. Struggled at the slick bonds that were
their son Narfi's intestines. Felt the stones under his back and ass and
Then the sky moved away and he saw the snake over his
head for an instant. The long slow drip of the poison beaded from its
fangs, like pearls on the pricks of dead men. An eternity and then it
spattered in his face and he screamed.
Somewhere deep beneath the
earth, he struggled against the slick and slippery ropes of his son.
Trembled the landfill of the gods and tried to shake down their towers.
far away, his son Vali, transformed into a wolf by the gods, ran
beneath the moon and howled. Ripped apart anyone that got in his way. As
he had his brother. As he did the night. Hard beautiful brutal Private
Dicks chased after him, and he was so lost to himself, he never even
Somewhere, deep below, his son Fenrir growled around his
gag and from his endlessly open mouth, ran the river Van. The river
Somewhere, blue-black and lowering fierce, Loki's
daughter Hel clipped the nails from the dead to build her ships to sail
to the end of the world..
Somewhere, his son, Jörmungandr, Midgard serpent, coiled around the World and dreamed of reaching into the sky.
his first wife Angrboda sharpened her axe and waited for her shape
shifter, her Trickster, to decide to slip free of from his slippery
ropes, and help remake the world.
Somewhere, Isis bitter almond nursed their little monster and taught him all the tricks he would need.
Loki screamed and shook the earth, until Sigyn returned with the bowl
over his face. She said, "I'm so sorry. But it's okay, Loki. I'll always
be here for you."
And Loki laughed, because he was a liar and a trickster, and today he closed his eyes.
the rusty springs of the old metal frame bed squeak with their steady
rhythm, as the burning acid of the snake's venom dried on his face, and
he raced to make Sekhmet come before Isis knocked on the door.