Thor, hero and god... what a joke, Oryn had never read of or heard more about an arrogant fool before. Even at his meager age of sixteen, the young man could not remember anyone being so arrogant. Not even Loki, imprison in his cave for the Death of Baldur three centuries prior, seemed to be on that level of arrogant. At least Loki was smart, but for Thor he was just born immensely powerful and hit everything with his hammer. Oryn never empathized more with anyone but the Giants, who often just tried to exist before Thor struck them down... blood thirsty moron he was.

  And yet, the boy knew better than to say a word against the gods. He kept his head down, worked with his local healer whom he as apprenticing under, and did nothing to drive the gods to any anger. Wisdom was often knowing when to be quiet, a fact he knew all to well. How many patients had he had that got into pointless drunken brawls? Idiots all of them, but he was able to sustain as a healer through them so he moved on with his judgement.

  "Alright, Thorfinn, you will be alright." He muttered to the young man before him, tall and strong... and yet so delicate. The boy had been sick so often in the last week that he had been in their nameless village. He had come to them weak and afraid, but kind and warm. If it had not been for the judgement of the village, Oryn may have started to court him... he was handsome, and so very, very smart.

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  His hair, red and curly, matching his beautiful thick beard, Thorfinn had the warmest of smiles. "Thank you... I will miss you, Oryn."

  "Miss me?" And something about the look Thorfinn gave him warmed Oryn to his toes, no one had ever looked at him so... appreciatively. Like he mattered, like he was there, like he was wanted... it was the loveliest of looks.

  "It is time I left, less I attract my past... to your... village." His skin, already milky pale, turned almost translucent. "No... he's here..." And then, Thorfinn raised his hands. "Ancestors, through me, protect his boy! His good heart shall not be struck down by the arrogant gods!" Soft, misty light seemed to erupt from Thorfinn, startling Oryn before he collapsed under a cold, icy and very heavy sheet of power. "I am sorry, I should not have come here... or stayed, it seems Thor has followed me." Kneeling, Thorfinn placed a soft kiss onto Oryn's lips. "I know you desired me, I felt the same... and yet... there is little the Norns have allowed for us. I will do my best, to draw Thor away... I am so sorry. Sleep and know that when you wake... I will be gone, smote by Thor..."

  Oryn wanted to say more, but alas the magic of his attraction surged through him, lulling him into the deepest of slumbers before he knew it. The last thing he saw, etched into his soul, was the tears of Thorfinn crawling down his face before he rushed out into the suddenly storm outside.