A tunnel of rainbow light disturbed the raging snowstorm persisting for several seconds and melting the snow down to the ground wherever it touched. As the beam of energy subsided, Dorian and Thrud emerged into the renewed blizzard.
They were both armed for combat, Thrud wearing glistening golden chainmail overtop an ornate gambeson. Her arms were protected by shining silver bracers with fingerless gauntlets on each hand. Each were enchanted legendary armor earned through past accomplishments from her father Thor himself. A glistening curved sword crackling with lightning hung on either hip, though her true weapon was slung across her back. A great bow taller than she was, tilted to the side to allow her to run with it, an equally imposing quiver was latched sideways at the small of her back.
Dorian was just as arrayed for war. From the equipment offered to him, he had selected a thick chainmail shirt over a simple leather gambeson. They were sturdy, yet allowed him to breath and have adequate freedom of movement in exchange for the protection offered. On his right arm was strapped a sturdy round shield. Unlike most of its type, the bulwark was completely made of metal save for the strap along with furred and wooden lining inside to protect his arm from the cold.
For weapons, he had selected a double-edged short sword, it was simplistic and had almost no handguard to speak of, but was expertly crafted. For reach, he had chosen an impressive Atgeir, he had read about their use during his time studying abroad, however the one he had selected was more akin to a large winged spear than a halberd. As an afterthought, he had also grabbed a Dane axe, the wider head than other weapons of the type could serve well if he needed to cut down trees for warmth. Unlike Thrud's equipment, not a one of his was legendary or named, yet they were of exquisite quality as befit a Retainer of Freyja…at least that's what Thrud had said before departing.
They each had donned a thick fur cloak, Thrud's made from a slain bear that covered the entirety of her armor with the head having been skinned as well and acted as the hood. Dorian's was of similar make, however had been sewn from the pelt of a Dire-wolf, teeth still hung from its limp mouth surrounding his hooded-face menacingly. He had let his golden locks grow out during his time in Asgard as they now fell down to his shoulders and could be seen protruding from the hood.
Thrud and Rossweisse had been training him double time upon being informed that he would be accompanying her on the Oath-fulfillment. As Lady Freyja had briefed them, a member of their dwindling number of loyal followers on Midgard had beseeched the Allfather for guidance and aid. It seemed that something had recently starting preying upon the flocks that stray too far from his homestead. Apparently he had seen the creature during the latest attack. His only word to describe it was 'enormous."
"An ogre most likely," Dorian explained as he knew Thrud was overseeing his growth in knowledge as well as martial and tracking prowess. "High Instinctual intelligence, low cognitive functions, like most animals they seek out food and mates to survive and procreate."
The Bifrost had deposited them not far from the latest attack located at the base of Glittertind. Despite years of traveling the world for his studies, Dorian had never visited Norway and having a chance to see its second tallest mountain even from such a distance caused his heart to race. He almost forgot that he was hunting one of the more dangerous beasts of Norse Mythology.
"Textbook answer," Thrud replied calmly. "Put that knowledge to the test, I will watch from a distance per Lady Freyja's commands. Please take note," she stressed again. "That I will not intervene unless the hunt will fail otherwise, we cannot afford to lose any more loyal followers than already leave us every day. You are responsible for tracking, cornering and finishing the beast as efficiently as possible."
Dorian swallowed hard but nodded in understanding, he had heard Odin and Freyja's occasional discussions on the waning of their mythology on Midgard, a somber feeling settled in his gut each time he listened in. As it stood, he worked for Lady Freyja as a scribe, assistant, even courier when the need called for it. The only task he felt woefully unprepared for was that of bodyguard, making him quite nervous when Thrud was not nearby.
I need to improve; I owe that much at least to them for saving my life…to be stronger.
"Where do I begin?" He asked, standing straight and tall.
Thrud pointed calmly behind him before stepping backwards, somehow vanishing into the billowing snow falling around them.
Wish I could do that.
Dorian spun towards the source of her attention, a deep and clearly inhuman indentation in the ground beneath the snow cleared by the Bifrost. He breathed deep as he kneeled low, looking it over, trying to recall the lessons of Thrud in the forests around Asgard coupled with the bestiary he had striven to memorize.
"Tracks, shallow but that could have been from the snow overtop it," Dorian murmured to himself as he often did when alone. "Larger than expected, possibly due to the weaker sediment and warped by the snow…heading up the mountain, most likely heading to a place of solitude and safety to avoid populated regions."
Spear in hand, Dorian made his way up the slopes following the tracks. Snowdrifts quickly took the place of the ground as he left the Bifrost's area of dispersion. The cold was biting, but the clothes provided kept the worst of it at bay. When he'd dreamed of visiting every location in the world someday, this had not been what he had in mind.
An hour passed, then two as the trail seemed to disappear higher up towards the mountain. The snow storm did not abate in the slightest; Dorian could barely see ten feet in front of him. After a while he was following the trail of disheveled snow, no doubt shifted by the creature's passing. It was ahead of him, that much was certain, but by no more than an hour or so by his novice estimates.
"O-ogres have thick skin and generous amounts of body f-fur," he continued to mutter to himself as he strived to keep warm. "They are resistant to temperatures as low as…"
Dorian froze, he had heard something, he was sure of it. Not only that, but a sense of trepidation was welling in his chest, he was being watched. Lowering himself into a crouched position, he glanced around trying to pinpoint the source despite the howling wind…had he imagined it? No he couldn't have…right? Using all of his senses, he focused through the storm, finally locking onto a shape ahead.
It certainly could not have been an ogre; the form was small like that of a child of ten at most. Gender was undiscernible through the storm, what could a kid have been doing so far from the nearest settlement? Ogres were simplistic, brutish creatures with no camouflage, illusion or mimicry abilities.
"Hello!" He called out to the shape. "You don't have to be afraid, I am here to…"
A roar was his only response, the adolescent's shadowy silhouette faded into the storm to be replaced with a wall of black bounding towards him. He eyes went wide, rotating his round shield, Dorian scarcely brought it up in time to deflect a blow like a battering ram. Even with his defense, he was sent tumbling through the air, landing face-first in the snow. In a flash he rolled over, spear presented and ready.
How big is this ogre, and how did he manage that illusion? Its plan backfired…if I hadn't been focused on the child I never would have spotted that thing in time
The same roar echoed on the winds, but based on the direction it had raced, Dorian could somewhat predict...
The mass of muscle emerged again, obscured as it was by the snow coupled with its speed, he still couldn't get a good look at it…but he didn't need to. As it neared, Dorian ducked and rolled beneath its legs, spear singing through the gale. He felt resistance as he struck home, catching the beast in its thigh, its bellow of anger turned into a screech of pain. His quarry did not stop, instead bounding past him; he could feel the vibrations of the Earth as it receded. It was running!
The trail was obvious so a novice could have followed it, burnt-red blood, almost black sizzled in the snow every few feet. Ogres were hardy due to their muscle and size, yet hesitated when fighting too far from their dens. The information flooded his mind that he had known from the study of mythology along with practical knowledge taught with the other Valkyries. It was trying to return to its lair, a cornered animal.
Better than it choosing to fight out in the open with no visibility I suppose. He rationalized with the full knowledge that if it succeeded in reaching its den it would become twice as dangerous. Ogres had notoriously accurate night vision, requiring virtually no light so see clearly.
Sure enough, it was not long before he beheld the side of the mountain. Following the spattered blood, he located a large crack down the side leading downward…into the dark. Raising a free hand, Dorian erected twin simple defense runes over one another, affixing them to his chest. They served a dual purpose of protecting him while also emitting a dull glow, his only illumination.
It was a lair, no doubt about it, the creature must have lived there for some time. Bone littered the ground, cracked into pieces with the marrow gone; there was at least one of every animal that lived within several miles of the mountain. Every few feet he would find a fresh kill, possibly being saved for later. Dorian could only pray he came across no human remains. What could have driven the beast on such a ravenous hunger spree? Very likely it had retreated deep inside to lick its wounds. He would need every advantage he had if he hoped to survive. As he delved further underground, he could not help but recall back to Asgard during his time of study…
Asgard, Classroom…
"Very good," Lady Eir complimented one of the students in the front on her explanation of the creation of Draugrs, undead walkers that fought even after death whether due to their greed and malice in life or through resurrection magic. They had gone over various runes that could be etched into stones in front of their mounds to prevent the dead from rising…within reason. "Can anyone name other undesirables that might be found across the various realms?"
Dorian raised a hand; the elder Valkyrie was quick to accept it.
"Ogres ma'am," Dorian stood as was customary for students when the teacher was referring to them. "Once thought to have been distant relatives to the Jotuns, this was disproven based on their lack of relation to Ymir. They are native to Jotunheim, but are known to be found across all nine realms in contained numbers due to the Grand Concurrence."
The Grand Concurrence, a state of creation from time immemorial that Odin had glimpsed while among the boughs of Yggdrasil and shared with his people. According to the tale, all realms, for however brief a time, were one and a great sundering is what split them into the scattered worlds they were today. This was the current explanation for how monsters, beasts and other undesirables only natural to a single world could be found across all nine.
"Excellent Mr. Held," Lady Eir approved, nodding her head and granting him leave to be seated. Ever since Thrud had explained the specifics of his upcoming hunt, he had scrambled to find every book on the creatures he could get his hands on.
Once the lecture had concluded for private study, Herja and a throng of other girls had positioned their desks alongside Dorian's. Despite being a boy in a class of girls, they felt comfortable around him; though it was clear they ever hoped for more stories of their class idol. They hung on his every word regardless of the fact that each tale ended the same…with his face buried in the dirt at Thrud or Rossweisse's hands.
"Well…is it true?" Herja asked, leaning forward alongside the other classmates.
"Is…what true?" Dorian asked, looking up from his book on the genealogy of ogres. He glossed over the much larger illustration beside the one he had been analyzing.
"An oath fulfillment…with Lady Thrud!" A violet-haired girl to the left called out. Dorian remembered her name as Brynda. Her hair was braided atop her head in a fashion similar to the daughter of Thor's though not as expertly and stuck out in random places. She was of a petite build and had a pure charm to herself like an innocent maiden. Despite that, her eyes were wide with stars as were most of those around him, eagerly awaiting his answer.
"It…is," he admitted. No one mentioned the task was to be kept secret and clearly it had been leaked by someone involved. Off on the far end of the room, having withdrawn as the others closed in, Kara smiled and waved awkwardly at him.
Culprit confirmed…
"It's the end of next week; I'll be on Midgard helping out…"
"I can show you the best tactics for large creatures!" Herja jumped forward, practically throwing herself onto his desk.
"But you'll need stronger runes!" Brynda added, also eager to help as other voices around him joined in a chorus. He didn't have the heart to tell her the quality and power of Rossweisse's runes surpassed those of the entire class combined or that Kara's usage of them was inspiring.
"I know the weak points of a dozen different creatures!"
"You'll need to know how to track in harsh climates!"
"I got higher grades than you, he should study with me!"
"You teach? Please, you can barely study solo!"
"Well, in that case," Dorian piped in before the discussions could come to blows. He had raised his voice, but more in a way to grab attention than to appear angry. "If…I am going to hunting something so dangerous, I would be honored to learn from each of you…if you'll have me."
Silence cut through the class, somehow his words had gotten through. Several sighed in the back, their conflict forgotten at his words of compromise.
"Okay okay," Herja pushed back everyone who had moved in so closely they were cutting off Dorian's circulation. "We can make a schedule; I'm closest to his seat so I shall begin today, Brynda you next, then Hrund with descending distance after that."
The collected girls grumbled or nodded approvingly in direct proportion to their distance from Dorian's desk. They all wanted to help him; he could not help but feel touched.
"Thanks for the save," he smiled at Herja once the crowd had dispersed.
"Don't thank me," she grinned back widely. "It was your words that prevented an early Ragnarok. Most Einherjar we meet aren't so…diplomatic."
"Years of practice, I don't usually get such a warm welcome when starting at a new school. I usually have to talk out of someone trying to make a name accosting the foreigner."
"Oooohhh," she nodded understandingly. "Modi's everywhere?"
"Precisely, hence my self-defense courses starting at age eleven for those not open to reason." He chuckled at the scattered memories of fights won and lost. I once knew this especially kind girl back in England…"
"We can discuss the juicy gossip later," she interrupted. "We only have a few days to go. With large enemies you rarely want to go head-to head, they'll almost always overpower you. What you want to remember is patience and a good eye for your surroundings."
Dorian listened intently, taking in every word as she explained all she had studied and learned since long before he joined their class.
"And above all, know your prey," she continued. "It'd be pretty embarrassing to not know the subspecies of the creature you are hunting…"
Mountain Cave…Present Day…
"Herja is never going to let me live this down," Dorian groaned as he beheld the lumbering form before him.
If I can live that is…
The beast looming ahead was no ogre…this was a troll. Where ogres stood roughly eight feet tall with furred bodies and intelligence lower than canines, the troll stood a good 15 feet, average for one of its kind. Muscles rippled upon muscles as each limb put most oak trees to shame, great tusks that could skewer a boar jutted from within its mangled jaw. Its red eyes stared into him as he walked in on it apparently preparing a soup of some kind in a boiling cauldron.
Aaaaannd higher brain functions theorized by the Mimir scholars to equal prehistoric humanity somewhere around Cro-Magnon man or lower, Dorian sighed internally upon spotting the rather large club it wielded one-handed with fingers that could wrap around his torso with ease.
The creature locked eyes with him, unleashing a bellowing roar that shook the cave. He could make out a few garbled words he did not understand. Trolls maintained their own language though none could interpret it save other trolls. Without giving him a chance to process its guttural reply, the monster bounded his way with wide powerful strides.
Dorian planted his feet, spear ready. The monstrosity raised its club, bringing it down overhanded directly on top of him. At the last moment, he ducked underneath its right arm. With a side-slash he hamstringed the beast or he would have, however trolls have much thicker skin and muscles than most.
Nevertheless, the beast staggered at his cut, swinging sideways with surprising speed it targeted Dorian's new location. With no time to react, he tilted his round shield, deflecting the blow as best he could. Despite redirecting the better part of the attack, his shield shattered from the pressure, the pain transferring into his arm as it burned through him.
Gotta be…faster.
The creature charged again, club swinging wildly and erratically as it caught several stalactites unfortunate enough to be in its path. Dorian side-stepped, the former tree turned club missing him so closely he felt the breeze on his cheek. Once it had passed, he firmly gripped the handle of his axe, burying it into the wrist as it drew close from the follow-through.
The troll dropped the club, its dark blood gushing from the wound that would have been a fatal bleed-out to most others races. Dorian lost the axe as it remained wedged in the cluster of muscles. With its uninjured hand, the troll gripped the tip of his Ategir, snapping it in half like a toothpick and backhanding Dorian into the cave wall behind him. His defense seals shattered at the impact, preventing serious harm and bathing the room in darkness once more.
Quickly raising a hand, Dorian reinstated a seal, though due to his speed it wasn't even half as effective as either of the previous. The troll scraped its feet along the cave floor, churning up the dirt as it bellowed louder, working itself into an even greater fury.
Dorian stood up to his full height, drawing his short sword, the last weapon left to him. Stretching his arms and shoulders out, he made himself appear as large as he could.
Trolls have a patriarchal society, the strongest of the tribe leads over others. If I can challenge his ego…
The beast roared again, his plan having clearly worked. Like an enraged bull, it broke into a sprint towards him, bending forward to bring its tremendous tusks to bear against him. The ground shuddered with each thunderous step.
Not yet…not yet…
The troll reached him, but Dorian was ready. Using his blade as a substitute to the shield, he clashed with its tusk, severing it at the halfway point. Simultaneously, he us the impact for momentum and rolled his body to avoid the blow, scarcely leaping through an opening beneath its armpit in time. Missing him completely, his adversary kept going, colliding with the cave wall behind him. Fractures formed as it shattered the base, causing a cascade of stalactites and rock to collapse on top of it.
His timing was not perfect, catching a rather large boulder squarely in the gut. He felt and heard the crack of broken bones as his seal splintered, at least two ribs. Dismounting, he righted himself quickly with a groan and collapsed to his knees, the pain was excruciating…but manageable.
It took several seconds for the cave-in to subside, the troll could no longer be seen as so much of the wall and ceiling had collapsed. If it had continued, he would have been worried about having to flee lest the whole den come down around him. A few final pebbles bounced off the impressive pile as if to add a final insult to the trolls defeat.
"And the tusk…for proof," Dorian groaned, limping towards severed tip. He had been commanded to retrieve a tooth from the ogre to be presented as evidence. Seeing as how it turned out to be a troll, an entire horn to give to the farmer should be more than enough to…"
A colossal hand burst from the rubble, gripping him around the entire torso, entrapping Dorian's arms to his side and preventing use of his sword. Battered, covered in lacerations and bruises, the troll emerged from its impromptu grave, eyes blinded with rage.
Shit shit shit shit! Dorian cursed in his head. It played possum until I was close enough!
Coherent thought was pushed from his mind as the second hand joined the first in squeezing him, he could hear the grinding of bone from his broken ribs as they crushed inward from the pressure. He felt like he was going to pop.
"Herheheherhe," the troll grunted with its gnarled tongue. Even Dorian could tell it was laughing. He tensed all his muscles in a vain attempt to stave off the inevitable, all the while the same thought as before coursed through his mind.
Need…to be…stronger…
A shining golden light beamed through between the troll's fingers, causing the beast to shirk back, though it refused to loosen its grip. Its primitive look of confusion only grew, as its fingers began to pry open regardless…
Dorian grunted with renewed strength, eyes burning with determination as he pushed past the pain, past the broken ribs to freedom. Once the fingers were loose enough, he slid free, perching himself atop the behemoth's hands that had held him. His Sacred Gear had engaged, the root-metal bracer emitting a light all its own in the darkness. The azure gem affixed in the center had changed and now shined a vibrant gold.
An opening!
As the creature stared perplexed at the gnat that had somehow overpowered its grip, Dorian flipped his blade forward, kicking off its oversized palm with all his strength left. His blade sunk up to the hilt through its throat, the momentum of his lunge throwing the creature off balance. No matter how large it was, no matter how durable and gargantuan…its throat was still a fatal weak point, if one could get to it.
A final gurgle sputtered from the troll's mouth with a bit of blood before tumbling backwards, cracking the floor beneath it and sending Dorian tumbling, his sword left behind lodged in the troll's gullet. He rolled into a wall, cracking the back of his head thankfully cushioned by the Dire-wolf pelt and hood.
Well, he groaned as he looked over his defeated quarry, arm pressed firmly to his side to somewhat alleviate the burning sensation. That could have gone infinitely better, not pretty…but I did it. That was one tough son of a…
Dorian's heart plummeted upon closer inspection of the fallen troll's body. Its thigh was bruised and battered from the cave-in; however no wound from his Ategir during their conflict in the snow was visible.
The low growl from the cave entrance validated his fears, standing there just short of 13 feet high, was a second troll, a deep gash would present on its leg. It was clearly the one he had battled in the snow. Based on the larger mammary glands which he refused to call breasts out of principal, it was a female.
"Oh come on!" Dorian shouted in absolute frustration, he could not move.
At the sight of its fallen mate, the creature released a tremendous outcry, charging him as recklessly as the first. Dorian raised his Sacred Gear in a pitiful defense as the unwelcome opponent got closer and closer and closer…then further and further as it continued past Dorian's position while he lay there confused.
The troll flew past him at breakneck speed, slamming hard into the wall across from him. Only then did Dorian spot the twin great arrows, more akin to ballistae bolts, having struck the beast in the back of the neck so hard it shattered the wall and collapsed to the floor, joining the first in death.
Thrud stood proudly at the end of the hall far in the distance having picked it off without even being spotted. Her great bow had been anchored into the ground for an optimal shot though he knew full well she could fire it mid-run. Dorian could only guess at the draw weight required for such a bow, surely ten times her weight at least. He couldn't congratulate nor thank her though, the burning sensation in his chest was overpowering, and he felt like he would pass out at any moment.
Thrud rushed to his side, looking him over and assessing his injuries in a matter of seconds. Without hesitation, she suddenly removed her bear-skin cloak. Dorian's eyes shot out of his head as she slid out of her thick armor, even loosening the straps on the front of her gambeson. As the vest fell open Dorian was able to see her…
NOPE! Dorian's eyes shot upward towards the suddenly fascinating ceiling.
"Wh…wh…" Dorian tried to ask as she approached him, lifting his chainmail over his head and loosening his own tunic beneath to expose his toned chest before embracing him. Between the suddenness of her movements coupled with the warmth of her body in contrast to the stabbing pain in his sides, he could not say a word.
"Don't move," she whispered in his ear as she pressed against him, turning her head away as she closed her eyes. Dorian's mind started to fry at the feeling of her against him.
What is she doing? What's going on? Why is Thrud taking her clothes off? Why is she taking MY clothes off? Why is she hugging me? Did Odin put her up to this? What will Freyja say? What will Rossweisse say? Her golden hair is so soft, how is she so strong with how feminine she is…NONO Dorian…think of something else!
He attempted to count pie before realizing he couldn't go past ten digits. As the questions piled up in his mind along with what Freyja and Rossweisse would do if they happened to spot them, a warm sensation started building in his chest. Surprisingly it was not the warm sensation he had been trying to avoid looking at. Rather, it felt like a low fire had kindled in his heart. He felt content, barely noticing that the pain was receding with each second Thrud held him.
"I feel…better," he finally gasped at length as the pain lessened enough to speak. Almost forgetting about her state of undress he locked eyes to thank her. "Wh-what kind of magic was that?"
"Not magic, Sage Arts Mr. Held," she educated calmly as if what she'd done was perfectly natural. Falling back into her role as tutor, she finally released him, resecuring her gambeson once more and covering herself. "The art of controlling the flow of energy within our bodies and others, in your case I focused on healing."
Dorian was impressed, carefully he tapped his sides again and again, not a single bit of pain remained. His ribs were no longer broken.
"And…" he swallowed hard. "Physical contact is required for it to work?"
"Correct," Thrud had finally donned her full armor once more. Almost forgetting to himself, Dorian started buttoning up again. "A physical embrace allows the healing to be most potent. I practiced with Lady Freyja for years before I mastered it."
"Practiced…with Lady Freyja?" The image started to form against his will before Dorian proceeded to slam his head into the nearest wall several times.
Get out of my head…get out of my head!
"Of course, she has mastered it far greater than I; her expertise is part of why she is known as the Goddess of Fertility. The technique works on all that possess the energy of life. I would test my skills on her garden to help plants flourish, or slow one's growth so it did not sap too many nutrients from others."
"Ah…practiced with her garden," Dorian felt like such a creep for his knee-jerk assumption. "Any chance I could learn to do that?"
"In time perhaps, I would focus on your martial skills and Sacred Gear for the time being. Now…what did you learn?"
Dorian looked over the cave, the fallen trolls and finally his bracer. After a moment of reflection he turned towards her.
"I erred in the assumption it was just a large ogre, upon first inspection of the expanded tracks I should have considered at least three other species…trolls being among them. As possible reasons for the recent attacks, having located a mate and collecting for upcoming young was high on the possibilities."
"It is fortunate the farmer summoned us when he did. Another three or four winters and the mountains would have been crawling with them."
"I think I also found a power of my Gear," he added, showing her the now-gold gem held within it.
Thrud looked it over analytically, taking in the color, hue, even the appearance of the light emanating from it.
"And what did it do?"
"My guess…a strength boost," he said simply. "I don't see how I was able to overpower that thing's grip otherwise."
"Possibly…" Thrud mused, walking up to him.
In a flash her fist was in motion, traveling at incredible speeds squarely at Dorian's face, by reflex at the almost certain death before him, he raised his right hand. Her fist impacted his Sacred Gear with incredible force, releasing a shockwave in all directions that rustled his hair. Despite the blow, he stood his ground if only just barely.
"Strength it is," Thrud asserted, pulling back her fist. "A multiplier based on your current musculature, interesting." She hadn't put her weight behind it, not truly…yet the punch was still leagues ahead of anything she had thrown against him in training.
"What if that hadn't worked!?" Dorian asked louder than he should have, his face still locked in surprise and fear at her attack with zero hesitation. He was more impressed she could tell so much from it just through a single punch.
"Well then, I suppose I would have had to heal you again…wouldn't I Mr. Held?" Thrud retorted as she turned to leave, Dorian blushed brightly, missing the out of character mischievous grin dart across her face once she was no longer in his field of view. "Come, we'll have to summon the Bifrost further down the mountain to return to Asgard."
Dorian just stood there, shaking his head in frustration at the rules of the world he now found himself in. Recovering what pieces of his equipment remained, he gave chase after her. He did not feel it necessary to inform her of the strange child-like silhouette he had seen in the storm. Nor did he mention that, despite the fact both trolls lay dead and the cave was surely empty, until he made it back to the safety of the Bifrost he still felt the tingling sensation on the back of his neck…that he was still being watched.
Dorian and Thrud stepped off the pad, the Bifrost having returned them safely. The structure was housed at the edge of the bridge leading to Odin and Freyja's palace or towards the city of Asgard. The design was quite reminiscent of an airport with people coming and going to different destinations across the nine realms. Dorian could not help but notice that the amount of activity was well below what the structure was clearly designed to handle.
They did not hesitate in making for the changing rooms, returning travelers to Asgard seemed to often require new clothes from their respective tasks. Dorian was quick to relieve himself off his battered armor and equipment, switching into another of the ornate tunics he had awoken in his first day. It was the only attire of Asgard he was familiar with outside of his school uniform, plus the bronze went well with his golden hair.
Thrud was waiting for him outside wearing a professional black business suit; it seemed she had more to do.
"I will report to the Allfather and Lady Freyja. She bid me to inform you that your services will not be required tonight. You have the day to yourself, if you like, there are some shopping and recreational facilities nearby should you require anything."
"Th-thank you my lady," Dorian bowed in thanks. After what he had been through he was hoping for an easy evening at work. This was infinitely preferable. "But I will likely be turning in early tonight myself."
I am sure Kara won't mind taking a day off seal tutoring…
"Please, Thrud is sufficient outside of training, and I highly doubt that," she replied with a raised eyebrow, pointing behind him.
Dorian turned, his carefully laid plans of a peaceful, lazy evening shattered in a moment.
Waving in the distance were three familiar faces from his class. Herja was leading the way with Brynda behind her. Skipping alongside was a third Valkyrie, Misty. She had silver hair tied up onto a single high ponytail that went down past her shoulders. The silver accentuated her skin nicely, though Dorian felt Rossweisse's was a more vibrant in color. She was the most buxom of the three and was quite proud of her shapely build. Most of the class was sure she'd become a model when not fulfilling her Valkyrie duties. They were all wearing casual dresses with black leggings beneath, it was the first time Dorian had seen Asgardian women's casual wear. They were surprisingly normal compared to dresses from Earth, only the wave-pattern designs of the straps themselves and the noticeably lower cut of the chest seemed out of place from what he had seen.
"Dorian! Hey!" Herja called out. He had already been spotted, there was no escape.
"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, happy to see his friends, yet retained apprehensions of their purpose.
"Herja was worried sick, couldn't focus on her oof," Brynda started before being elbowed in the gut by her blonde classmate who proceeded to clear her throat as if nothing had happened.
"We hope the hunt went well," she replied politely with a short curtsy to Thrud.
"It was a success, Mr. Held performed…well for his first time, considering the unforeseen complications." Herja twisted her face in curiosity at the statement, but asked no more, likely to not appear too eager before the daughter of Thor.
"We wanted to make sure you got back okay…and to take you on a little outing of the city, if Lady Freyja has no objections."
"None in the slightest," Thrud confirmed. He is yours for the day."
Don't I make that choice? Dorian thought but decided against it. They were taking time out of their day to show him the city. Despite how exhausted he still was even after Thrud's healing, it was a golden opportunity. They had helped him prepare for the fight after all. I have money from my first payment as Freyja's retainer. It's not like I'm spending anything on rent right now and my schooling is covered 100% as a student under her benefit plan. He still couldn't believe the positives of working for the Goddess of Fertility.
"That sounds…like fun," he smiled. "But I've yet to leave the area; I'll have to rely on your intimate knowledge of the locale. I am in your hands." He concluded with a polite bow.
"Be gentle with him ladies," Thrud remarked as she started back towards the palace. "He is still recovering from my Sage Arts; he'll need a few hours without overly strenuous activity."
"Lady…Thrud's…Sage Arts?" Herja sounded like she was forcing out each syllable. Menacingly, the three classmates snapped their gazes onto Dorian, their eyes lit up like predators having found the slowest member of the pack, preparing for the kill. Thrud was already heading off into the distance without a qualm in the world of what she'd just done.
What the hell Thrud? You threw me under the bus!
Asgard Throne Room…
"Fortunately, Mr. Held's injuries were not too severe." Thrud assured as she concluded her report kneeling before the thrones of Asgard. "I can confirm there were no additional trolls using the cavern as a lair. The farmer has been informed that it will be safe again for his flocks."
"Lucky boy," Odin remarked to his grimacing wife upon hearing of Thrud's healing of the young man. "And do you feel this is an example of his power?"
"Truthfully Allfather, I do not. His martial and tracking skills were admirable for how short a time he has been among us, however I do not believe his Sacred Gear showcased its true abilities."
"Explain," Freyja demanded.
"The gem situated within it changed to a new color, yet reverted back to the azure state once we returned to Asgard. It is my opinion from observations that the strength was a byproduct of the Gear's overall purpose, to which I could not hope to guess at this juncture."
"Did he breach the realms again?"
"No Allfather," Thrud thought back to the feeling when she had impacted Dorian's gear. "I did not sense an overabundance of power from it…like the strength he was channeling did not belong to himself or the Gear."
"A conduit?"
"Perhaps, though there was no obvious source nearby."
"It seems he has more to learn," Odin mused to his wife as he stroked his long beard.
"Much more," Freyja confirmed. "He is a good lad. He tries his best and is the most eloquent and well-learned of my past Einherjar retainers."
"In terms of combat," Thrud continued as she could tell verbal sparring may commence. "He fought rather…forward. He relied on seals solely for defense which can be costly against less physically-based opponents; I suggest Rossweisse focus on their more offensive uses in future lessons."
"Regrettably, Rossweisse will be indisposed the next several days," Odin interjected. "We have heard disturbing reports of thefts involving especially potent weapons occurring among neighboring mythologies. Rossweisse will ensure we are not among them. She is around here somewhere, though seemed quite busy."
Busy with your insignificant errands you could do yourself no doubt, Freyja guessed correctly. He runs that poor girl ragged like a maid rather than a bodyguard when she isn't training Dorian.
"Understood," Thrud bowed low in acknowledgement. With a wave of Freyja's hand, she departed, her duty completed for the evening.
"You think they would make an attempt on the vault?"
"My dear, I've dealt with many over my long life. If there is one thing I have learned, beyond the utter appreciation of the female form, it is that those with aspirations will take any risk. I trust her more than most, as long as she has one of the keys and we have the others, they are safe."
Freyja remembered when Odin had the keys made, only three, no more. Two were kept by herself and her husband, the third was reserved for their trusted guard assigned to protect the vault at any given time. With any luck, Rossweisse wouldn't need to guard it for more than a few days before the worry passed and they could assign a standard guardsman. Many legendary Runic Blades called the Vault of Asgard their home, but one especially was valued above the rest due to its ability to bring even more blades to light...
"I got more letters from Azazel and Venelana…these thefts are causing great friction between the three factions of their mythology. Until it is resolved, they fear the summit won't happen."
"I know what this means to you my dear, I share your feelings," Odin took her hand and kissed it in a surprisingly serious moment for the old pervert. "Yet, we cannot make a move to aid any side without evidence of the perpetrators. An alliance with another mythology could help reinvigorate our own, but while there is conflict among them, we cannot take a side without making it worse."
Freyja huffed in her seat, ever frustrated when her best laid plans were delayed. "You speak the truth of course."
"There are others we can work with in the meanwhile; we are not the only dwindling mythology in this modern era who are open to reconciliations. What about that old friend of yours? You know, the one with the short fuse and shapely tits…Hera was it?"
A resounding smack echoed throughout the chamber as the air between monarchs returned to the status quo.
Asgard Shopping District…
"You have GOT to come with us when there's something fun going on," Brynda gushed as they walked the streets of Asgard. "They have festivals, competitions, performers…I hope you can hold your liquor."
"Well enough," Dorian adjusted his tunic nonchalantly. He'd had the occasional drinks in challenge or celebration at his various schools though was hesitant to test his mettle against the residents of Asgard.
"And the Einherjar emerge from Valhalla to visit," Misty pointed out. Dorian could not help but notice the positively mischievous grin as she thought of the strongest warriors of the Norse people visiting the city.
At Dorian's request, they had stopped at a nearby café to get something to eat first, he was starving. He felt fortunate to have the girls with him as the architecture of the Norse gods was utterly baffling to him. No matter how minor or insignificant an establishment, it felt like he was entering a sacred domain where mortals should not tread. The café alone had large spiral crystal towers leading up to an orb floating above them…the young Einherjar had mistaken it for some kind of church at first much to the amusement of his classmates.
It was embarrassing, but they had forced the events of the hunt out of him thanks to Thrud's insinuations. He assured them it was purely in a healing capacity due to the shattered ribs, but was certain it would be spreading like wildfire in the days to come. At least they were now content to drop the subject, having acquired the ammo they sought.
"What sort of performers?" Dorian asked as they walked through the shopping district. "Like plays?"
"All of the epics!" Herja assured him. "Tales to put a fire in your heart and a tear in your eye, you can ask Lady Thrud to one."
"But we aren't…."
Dorian ceased his denials as a nearby window caught his attention, his eyes widened. Sitting inside the store was a seven-string lyre. It was simple, yet he could not take his eyes off it. He had been a fan of music since he was little; while his preference had been the violin…there was something about a simple lyre that drew his interest. He doubted he could afford a real instrument until he earned more anyway.
His three companions followed his gaze to the window, glancing back and forth between the two as if checking which would look away first.
"Do you want it?"
"I…suppose I do," Dorian smiled. It did not take much encouragement for him to enter the shop, the three girls following close behind.
It may have been a small-time discount store, but the selection was impressive, everything from souvenirs to food could be found scattered around. The group split up to peruse the shelves. Dorian made a beeline for the lyre, but could not help but look over the options while walking up and down the rows.
Everyone has been so kind since I got here…would presents be appropriate to classmates? And if so, what to get them? Dorian felt self-conscious as he knew very little about the interests of the Valkyries in his class upon reflection…there was only one option left to him.
"Herja…" Dorian whispered upon locating her alone near the cosmetic section. "I need your advice on something…
Later…
The four finally left well over an hour later, bags laden with their purchases in hand. Dorian had placed his newly acquired lyre at the top both to protect it…and to obscure the items located below. Fortunately, the other girls had been distracted by their own shopping and did not inquire too closely on his own.
"Someone is having a good time!" A deep yet friendly voice called out. The four looked up at a pair of men walking towards them.
The first was rather tall adorned in an ornate robe almost identical to Odin's but with lightly different designs woven into it. He had long blue hair flowing behind him that seemed to float on its own as if he controlled it's every move. A matching colored gem was affixed to his forehead. He looked calm as he approached, yet his eyes caused a shiver to run up Dorian's back, his gaze was locked on him without even glancing at the others.
The second was a bulky man who looked to be made of pure muscle. He was broad-shouldered yet somehow did not come off as intimidating. He had white-gold hair and a matching beard, his eyes glowed the color of Dorian's hair. Quite the opposite of his companion, he wore a simple white-suit that was form fitting as if perfectly tailored.
The girls recognized the two instantly, dropping their bags they immediately bowed low with Herja grabbing Dorian by his collar and forcing him down with them.
"Ow, hey what is…?"
"That is Lord Vidar and Lord Loki!" She whispered harshly. "What in the nine realms are they doing here?" The broader one, whom Herja had motioned towards as Vidar, raised his hands with a smile on his face.
"Come now, there is no need for that," he laughed as he implored them to stand. "We are all just out for a day on the town, no need for such formalities. I am so glad to finally meet my beloved mother's latest retainer."
"And you, Lord Vidar," Dorian replied, extending his arm to reciprocate a VERY strong handshake. Vidar was the Norse god of vengeance if his memory served. The youngest son of Odin beneath Baldur and Thor…he had no idea what to even say.
"It seems based on your presence that the oath-fulfillment went…well?" The second man, Loki, known as the god of mischief snidely remarked.
"As well as can be expected," Dorian replied upon rediscovering his voice. "What was thought to be a single ogre turned out to be two trolls."
"How positively dreadful," his voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Come now dear uncle! No need to belittle the dear boy." Vidar slapped Loki's back, he did not seem to appreciate the gesture. "How many warriors can say they fought a troll on their FIRST excursion, the lad has room to grow!"
"No other warriors can boast such tutors," Loki retorted. "Your dear niece and…oh my who was the other?"
"Lady Rosh…" Dorian started, biting his tongue before he mispronounced it before a pair of gods. "Lady Rose."
The two gods looked at him confused, it was Vidar who seemed to realize first.
"Ah yes, Ms. Rossweisse, Göndul's Granddaughter. I remember Lady Eir speaking very highly of her studies before she graduated from her college studies."
She's already graduated college…and only a year older? Dorian was amazed. He had focused on earning an education degree during his years traveling for his studies, but even he had at least one more semester to qualify for an assistant teaching position.
Loki seemed to act as if he was still having trouble recalling her, before finally raising his eyebrows at it apparently came to him.
"Now I remember, the Allfather's current 'bodyguard,' and then of course there is your…Gear. The only one that has seen fit to grace the people of Asgard. Though they did praise your layered defense seal technique, quite impressive for one so young, who was it that taught you?"
Dorian hesitated to mention Kara in front of the others behind him lest the topic of her rooming come up. Instead, he went with a truthful yet vague reply.
"My classmates helped me sir, their expertise and assistance cannot be understated." The three girls behind him practically burst red at his words of compliment before the gods.
"Of course they did," he practically seemed to hiss. "Whoever showed you that little trick, be sure to not let that one slip away."
Dorian clenched his right hand instinctively, Loki seemed more akin to the gods who saw themselves above others due to their status, he much preferred Vidar.
"May we see it, the object that has captivated us this hour?" The god of vengeance asked politely. He was maintaining his cheerful, verbose demeanor, but it was obvious even he grew awkward around Loki's superior attitude.
Dorian hesitated, taking a moment to realize what he was referring. Holding out his right hand, the root-like energy took shape, forming the bracer affixed with a gem of azure. The three Valkyries-in training stared in awe, it being the first time they had seen it so close.
"Fascinating, truly fascinating," Vidar commented with utter sincerity. "I have never actually seen one; truly this is a day of days. Oh do not wrinkle your nose uncle; we are looking at a device whose design was forged by the god of another mythology yet possesses the core fragment of our own. Does not such a dichotomy utterly baffle your imagination?!"
"My…imaginations are focused elsewhere," Loki added dryly. "You know my thoughts on the…lesser mythologies."
"All too well," even Vidar's enthusiasm seemed to be curbed by Loki's nature. "In that case I will let you all continue your day before his clouds darken it, thank you for indulging our…curiosity Mr. Held. If you are looking for a discount shop of note, try the Twin Wolves down the way," he motioned with his hands. "I hear tell your Lady Rose is quite fond of it."
"Of course," Dorian replied as the two continued walking down the street. Two gods of legend just taking a stroll, the whole situation felt ludicrous. Dorian looked akin to a deer caught in headlights despite having met so many fabled deities already. Turning to retrieve his bag, he was met by the fixated eyes of his classmates, looking at him like they were the cat that had just swallowed the canary.
"So…Lady Rose is it?" Brynda asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "I get the feeling we may not be able to call her the Valkyrie who has never had a boyfriend for much longer…"
"I…I can't pronounce her name very well," he admitted, hoping to placate them to no avail.
"I think it's adorable," Misty gushed, she seemed the most grounded of the three, though her sly smile was infectious. "Like a hidden name whispered silently between two…"
"I-in any case!" Dorian interrupted before she could go further, remembering Vidar's words. "Perhaps…we could hit one more place before we call it a day?"
Not Far…
"Must you be so rude uncle?" Vidar chastised his father's blood-brother. "I thought you were the one who wanted to meet the boy most."
"I was most interested in your niece's assertions that he can breach realms. I am surprised he is allowed to walk free."
"Are you questioning the Allfather's wisdom? My nephew said the same thing after his humiliation before his grandfather."
"Of…course not," Loki responded far too hesitantly for Vidar's liking. "I merely stress caution…for the good of Asgard."
"If you are so worried about Ragnarok all the time, you'll get wrinkles fast, even for a god," Vidar laughed with a renewed slap to the back. "Come, we are out and about and the sun is high, we might as well relax."
Loki only nodded; as his nephew-in law turned to leave he quickly checked an emerald crystal he had concealed in his pocket. It was in the process of emitting an eerie teal-green glow, confirming his suspicions.
The exact same essence as the sacred tree, identical to any piece of bark or branch from Yggdrasil itself…
Back at Dormitory…
Dorian was beat by the time he and the three girls returned to the dormitories. In a rather odd role reversal, it was the three who offered to escort him back to his room. Considering they were training to be battle-maidens, he saw no reason to insult them by refusing. They were oddly insistent as if they expected resistance…
"You didn't have to bring your bags all the way to my room," Dorian remarked as they reached his door, wondering if Kara was inside yet. "We could have dropped them off first."
"Please," Herja chuckled. "It gives good exercise, have to ensure a pure maiden like yourself reaches the room safe and sound, no idea what weirdos might be wandering at night.
Dorian made a silent over the top laughing expression at the mention of his status as a pure maiden. Still looking at them, he turned the door knob, walking in blind he didn't realize what had occurred until it was too late.
"SURPRISE!" A thunderous greeting hit him right in the face as the room lit up on its own; his left foot slipped at the suddenness and sent him flying backwards right into Herja's arms. "CONGRATULATIONS DORIAN!"
His dorm room was packed with the remaining 17 members of his class peeking out from around corners, behind his bed or even standing in the open when there was nowhere else. The room was covered in balloons, confetti and banners with his name on them; it must have taken some time to prepare.
"You three were…a distraction?" He smiled as he turned to his shopping companions, each one with a wide smile on their lips.
"We may or may not have been tasked with and/or volunteered to keep you busy while we…let ourselves in."
Dorian spotted Kara in the corner, a guilty look on her face as she held up a punch glass.
Culprit identified…again.
"What is going on in he…" Came a voice from behind them. Rossweisse had appeared investigating the noise, apparently completing an inspection of the dormitory being it was so close to after hours. She realized the reason for the commotion as soon as she rounded the corner.
She was out of her armor wearing a gray business suit not dissimilar from the one Vidar had worn earlier that day. While normally wearing her hair tied up for their lessons, she now had it down. Dorian was amazed to realize it traveled all the way down to her knees, still flawless as ever with pink ribbons tied into it on either side of her face.
"I don't recall seeing a celebration being approved for the evening," she started to chastise the class.
"Aw but we had to!" A redheaded girl called out in the back. "How often do we not only have an Einherjar in the class…but also get to be there for his first hunt? And with Lady Thrud no less!"
"And he didn't die!" Came from the distant back.
Assertions of agreement and head nods spread across the room aimed squarely at the silver-haired maiden. She was woefully outnumbered, Dorian shrugged his shoulders when her gaze fell upon him, clearly they had all worked hard on the evening.
Rossweisse sighed heavily, resting her head on a hand.
"Very well…you may continue, provided the drinks are of a non-alcoholic nature."
Herja delved into the mountain of bags she, Brynda and Misty had carried with them. Sure enough, within each one was soda, snacks and other assortments of party food. Their distraction duties had apparently also included food procurement.
Rossweisse checked her watch, noting the time.
"I suppose I can chaperone everyone for a little while, but I will have to leave shortly. I don't want any shenanigans after hours, anything reported will be relayed to Lady Eir. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am!" The class shouted in unison.
Hard to believe she's only a year older…she's so mature for her age. How am I supposed to give it to her…there are too many people here. Dorian squeezed his own bag of purchases, ensuring the desired package was still nestled safely within. Herja must have noticed Dorian's dumbfounded expression as she elbowed him hard, snapping him back to reality.
"Now that that's cleared up…let's get this party stated!"
The night started off with scattered mingling and snack distribution, it was clear the the Valkyries didn't get much spare time outside of their studies. Dorian barely realized after a while that he and Rossweisse were the only ones not chatting it up. The two just stood beside the couch, each gripping a glass of punch.
"So, Ms. Rose...Odin's bodyguard huh?" Dorian finally mumbled, breaking the silence between them.
"Yes," she answered quickly, eyes darting back and forth as she thought of more to say. "And just Rose is...fine...have you enjoyed your work with Lady Freyja?"
Dorian replied with an enthusiastic nod. "She has been easing me in to my duties, mostly clerical stuff so far, dictation, note taking and delivery...the works. I am sure it is not as glamorous as serving Odin himself," he added with a chuckle.
He barely noticed the battle-maiden's hand tighten around her cup.
"It is...not as glamorous as you may think." Dorian turned to face her, awaiting the explanation sure to follow. "My duties are...simple, mostly day to day activities. The only time true oversight is need is during business outings and the like."
"But, I heard from Lord Vidar earlier today that you graduated from college already, that is incredibly impressive. Why wouldn't he make full use of your talents?"
Rossweisse blushed slightly, brushing a strand of silver hair out of her eyes as she answered. "I am sure you have become aware of the Allfather's...interests?"
Dorian only nodded in response, Freyja often mentioned her disdain for his 'interests' daily.
"Sometimes I think he only picked me for that reason, rather than my academic achievements. Trying to curb those...fascinations is half my work most days."
Dorian felt awful, this was supposed to be a party and he had brought up what seemed like a point of frustration for her.
Say what you will...he has a good eye.
"I would...love to hear about your academic achievements." He hesitantly offered. "I majored in education myself, wanted to someday teach others, you know? Plus getting to travel so much gave an amazing point of view of the world. Did you write any papers?"
Rossweisse's face seemed to light up at his question, it made Dorian wonder how long it'd been since anyone had taken an interest in her scholarly pursuits.
"Nothing noteworthy, my graduating work was a combination of advanced sealing techniques and how they can be utilized in various unorthodox ways. I did write a work of my own personal research. I never published it but..."
"Ma'am!" A young emerald-haired Valkyrie named Hilde interrupted. "You're spending too much time with the man of the hour! We demand stories!"
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the entire class started asking the question they had wanted to know since Dorian arrived, where he had come from. He explained how he had been selected for an international exchange program at a young age on Earth...what they knew as Midgard. This allowed him to study in a different country or two each year. None of the Valkyries had ever been outside Asgard, though were fully aware that their duties would eventually draw them in many directions.
Rossweisse seemed to listen intently as he described his studies, understanding what it can be like to focus oneself totally on learning.
Dorian moved on to a retelling of the battle in the snow, everyone wanted to hear though some tuned out upon mention that Thrud did not hunt with him. Their attention was quickly grabbed at the end when he accounted how she had saved him from the second unseen troll. He was content to end the tale there, but Brynda had other plans and spilled the beans...with Rossweisse still present.
A resounding, "Ooooooooooo," swept through the room as she completed how Thrud had healed Dorian's injuries, though her version's choice in vernacular was much more…steamy than it had been.
"And so it was, that without the Lady Thrud's warm embrace, surely our new Einherjar would have perished on that frozen rock at the hands of the monstrous lovers that had called the cave their home!" How she had woven such a tale after only hearing of it a few hours earlier was equal parts impressive and terrifying.
It was only a few broken ribs…It wouldn't have killed me…
Dorian was beat red as his classmates reveled in the overdramatized events. Worse yet was Rossweisse who had turned as red as he was…what could he possibly say? He had already denied the accusations of nefarious thoughts a dozen times already with no change in the atmosphere of the room.
"As…fascinating as this is," Rossweisse huffed as she got to her feet. "Regrettably, I must be off, the Allfather requires my services. Do enjoy yourselves…but not too much." Despite Dorian holding out a hand, hoping to get a last word with her, she was already out the door, half-slamming it behind her.
"And she wonders why she can't get a boyfriend," Brynda remarked once she was out of earshot. "It was just a bit of fun, we all know Thrud is WAY out of your league."
Dorian just stared at her blankly with squinted eyes, he knew full well what she meant, but she did not word it well.
"Thanks…?"
The class split off into groups and started mingling to enjoy each other's company once the story had concluded. Dorian may have been the catalyst for bringing everyone together outside of class, but the evening was for each of them to relax as much as it was to congratulate his first hunt. He even got to practice a few strings on the lyre he had purchased, though his renditions left much to be desired without additional practice.
He used the chance to learn as much as he could about the girls in his class. Herja apparently became a Valkyrie due to the tradition in her family dating back to Odin's father Borr. Brynda had dreamed of visiting all nine realms and writing a book of her adventures, while Misty admitted she wanted to meet the perfect man…an Einherjar of Valhalla if possible. He was able to get at least a few minutes with each of the 20 Valkyries in the class.
At Herja's advice, he had bought a knickknack or souvenir for each of the girls in the class as thanks. They were small and not very expensive, but he felt he should get something for how much they had helped out. They ranged from keychains to boxes of chocolate…Herja knew her classmate's preferences well. After a little while only a single package remained at the bottom of the bag, the one he couldn't give when he had the chance.
Once most had split off and Dorian finally had some breathing space, he made his way to the windowsill, placing a container of strawberries he had picked up onto a low-hanging branch. As expected, the squirrel that had made a home in their tree came running. It actually picked up the entire container and eagerly withdrew back into the trunk, it was utterly adorable.
"You're welcome!" Dorian shouted with a chuckle as the last of its bushy tail disappeared within.
In the nearby corner, he spotted his roommate Kara, the 21st and last member of the class, punch glass still in hand. She was staring outside and swirling its contents as if disinterested. Despite being his dorm mate whom he saw more often than the others, he knew so little about her.
"Sorry if the others found out about you," he apologized as he took a seat beside her, leaning back for a much needed breather.
"It was bound to happen," she sighed uncaringly. "We had a long talk before you arrived. Want to have a longer one?" She suddenly looked interested again, a twinkle in her eye as she licked her lips.
She is so forward!
"It's too bad Ms. Rossweisse couldn't stay," she continued once it was obvious he wasn't taking her bait. "I am sure she would have loved to hear you play."
"Thanks," Dorian rubbed the back of his neck, still hoping she hadn't taken the stories the wrong way. She worked alongside someone as perverted as Lord Odin on a daily basis which had to skew her perception of men. What if she thought he was that way now? "I just wish she could have stayed longer, I wanted…"
"Apple for the teacher?"
"Huh?"
"The others may not notice…but I do, you haven't taken your eyes off the bag all night despite everyone's gifts being accounted for…mine included." She jangled the keychain he had bought her, a small purple and blue glass representation of Yggdrasil. "One left?"
Dorian sighed, reaching into the depths he revealed a small rectangular box standing vertically wrapped in gold and silver paper. He had spotted it on the shelves at the Twin Wolves and immediately purchased it.
"I'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"No good, she has a task set by the Allfather that will last several days."
"How do you know?"
"I hear people talk; she'll be standing guard at one of the palace vaults. The Allfather loves to collect trophies from all over and keep them locked up."
Dorian listened intently; Rossweisse hadn't mentioned where she would be and seemed keen on remaining vague. He assumed that they must have vaults…what place of power didn't? But why would Rossweisse be the one made to guard it if…
"Odin uses her for every little errand he can think of like a maid or servant more than a bodyguard," she continued as if reading his mind. "Being forced to stand by a meaningless door…I am sure she would like company for the night."
Dorian's heart skipped a beat at her wording. He remembered Rossweisse's assertion of the simple tasks assigned by Odin and it made sense.
"But she didn't tell us where…"
"I can take you," she immediately offered. "I know the palace like the back of my hand. Once the party dies down…we can sneak out."
Dorian thought about it, something felt wrong off, but the thought of Rossweisse bored to tears in some insignificant room overrode his normal trepidation.
"You got it, as long as we are back before dawn," he replied at length. "Once everyone is down for the night, we can head out."