----------Sol's Perspective----------



I can't help but watch Heimdall as we walk. I heard so much about him growing up, to actually be here walking next to him I think I'm starstruck. He stops, gazing far off in the distance. "Lady Sol, something has come up that I must attend to. I apologize but I trust you can find your way around Asgard on your own."



Before I can even ask him not to go he runs off. How am I supposed to find my way around Asgard. I sigh. Even in stories no one ever told me the layout of Asgard. There's no way I'll find Freya's house, this place is massive. I gasp when I see a familiar blue face. I run towards her. "Skadi!"



Skadi seems a little bewildered as I come closer. "Uhhh. Who are you?"



I pout. "That's mean, you really don't remember me? We just had a match together the other day."



Skadi tilts her head. "A match..? I don't- wait. . . Sol?"



"Yes!"



"I didn't recognize you without all the fire. I thought you lived up in that chariot."



"I did, but then Frigg brought me down here, and put my projection up there."



"I see. . . So, is there something you need?"



"Yes actually. Somewhere to live."



-----------Skadi's Perspective----------



"Eh?" If I say yes, and Sol comes to live with Njord and I then that's probably less time I can spend with him. . .



"I won't be long, they're building me a house right now, but it won't be ready for like a week or something." They must be building it awfully fast. I suppose it wouldn't be awful to have Sol around the house. At the moment she's not a fireball, she's a normal Midgardian girl, but with white hair just like mine. Her dress is absolutely ragged though, and she doesn't even have shoes.



"I'll let you stay with Njord and I, but only if he says yes!"



"Works for me!"



I stare at Sol for a few moments. I have to show her the way to my house with Njord, but I also have to get some groceries, and a bathing suit. . . "So. . . I have to do some shopping. You can come with I guess."



"Okay!"



She's so cheery all the time. I'd find it unsettling, but I think that's just genuinely how she is. I start walking towards the market place with Sol next to me. Were it not for my blue skin, I think we'd look like sisters. "So, Sol. . ."



"Yes?" Even when she's not a living fireball she's so bright.



"I was wondering. . . How do you feel about the whole Odin being dead thing."



Something changes in her eyes, but she responds with the same smile. "I couldn't be happier!"



"e-Eh???"



"You see Odin was the one who put my brother and I up in the sky to begin with. So, when he died Frigg let Mani and I come down, and now I get to live in Asgard! So yeah, I'm so glad he's dead."



That's a little more morbid than I expected. Maybe I misjudged her after all. "That makes sense. . . To be honest, I always disliked Odin. I don't think I ever hated him, till I divorced Njord that first time and he kept insisting that him and I were meant to be together. It just sounded like something he must've told all his women. I found it absolutely disgusting."



"I'm a little surprised he never told me that. He just said, 'You're too beautiful, go haul the sun across the sky'" Her impression of Odin is absolutely adorable. "To be honest I think I am actually a little mad."



"How come?"



"Because, I never got to blow him away myself."



"Sol!"



"What? Didn't you want to fight him too?"



"Well yes, but. . . You should be careful who hears you. There's eyes and ears everywhere in Asgard, and you never know who could be listening."



"I couldn't care less who hears. Odin is a bastard and I'm glad he's gone!" I can't believe she's actually shouting that. Asgardians are starting to stare. This is bad.



I put my hand over her mouth and wave at the masses. "She's just joking!" I start dragging her away. Looks like I won't be getting any shopping done today.



Her shouts are muffled through my hand. "I'm not joking!" Even though she says that I can feel her smiling. Is she messing with me? "I hate, hate, HATE Odin!" Why did I even bring him up???



----------Artio's Perspective----------



I don't understand why Simi wanted to ride on my back so badly. . . I know she's still a child but I would've thought she'd be too mature for something like this. We enter the door to her home and how strange. . . I'd read descriptions of all the Norse gods, but I don't recall one of them having cat ears. . . Simi hops off my back. "Hi Bastet!" That name sounds familiar. . .



"Simi what are you doing with a bear?"



I return to my druid form and hold a hand out. "I am Artio, the Celtic Goddess of Bears. Who are you?"



She puts her hand on mine like she has paws, she smiles "I'm Bastet."



"Maybe I should be more concise. . . What are you?"



Freya walks in behind us. "Bastet is the Egyptian Goddess of Cats. She's been staying with me."



I tilt my head at this. "Why?"



Freya seems to have not considered the question before. "Well, originally I was just showing her around Asgard, but then the whole thing with Odin dying happened, and I've sort of gotten used to her living here."



"Odin died?!"



Simi runs off through the house.



"Yes. . . Odin died." Freya goes on to explain. "He was kidnapped by Fafnir, then executed right in front of us the moment we came in to save him. Skadi, Thor, Loki, Bastet and I all fought him. He'd nearly killed me, then Bastet grabbed my sword and took the dragon's head."



"That's not right. . ."



Freya furrows her brow at me. "What do you mean? I watched it happen."



"I mean, if Odin died like that, in combat he should've came here."



"Except he didn't die in combat. He was tied up, his throat slit. He was made a sacrifice."



"To who?"



"How the Hel would I know? You think I watched the All-Father die, and then think 'We should ask this fine dragon some questions.' No!"



"No dying words to reveal the dragon's reasoning?"



"Bastet separated his head from his body."



I stare at Freya. "What'd you do with the body?"



"We gave Odin a Viking burial. Sent him out to sea and then lit the boat on fire."



"I mean the dragon."



"Sent it to Hel. She's pretty good about keeping things dead."



Bastet crosses her arms. Seeming fed up with the discussion. "Can I have food?!"



Freya and I both look at her.



----------Sol's Perspective----------



We make it back to Skadi's house..? It's outside of Asgard. It's on the base of this big mountain overlooking the sea. I would've thought it would be on top of the mountain, but it's actually right on this cliff side with a dock coming out of it. She knocks on the door. Njord answers, and he's just like I pictured. Like Freya, if Freya was a big burly man. "Welcome back." He gives Skadi the bedroom eyes. Then he notices me. "O-oh, hey. Didn't see you there uh. . ."



Skadi pushes me forward. "Njord, this is Sol. The Sun Goddess. She wants to know if she can stay with us while her house in Asgard gets built."



Njord answers rather quickly. "Sure I guess."



Skadi sighs. Was she hoping he'd say no? I'm probably just imagining things. "So can I come in?"



Njord nods. "Yeah, yeah."



I walk past him, and plop down on the couch. Skadi takes Njord's hands standing in the doorway. "So, I didn't get any shopping done, because Sol insisted on shouting how much she hates Odin, but it did give me an idea."



Njord blushes. "Skadi, I don't know if I'm comfortable with a th-" Skadi slaps him. What was he going to say?!



"Not that. I was thinking it would be cute if you picked out a swim suit for me."



"Huh? But I don't know your measurements. . ." He rubs his cheek.



"Of course you do." She hugs him, looking up at his red cheek. "Just think about it."



Njord smiles rubbing her back.



Skadi kisses his cheek and then his lips. "I feel really bad about slapping you." She whispers something in his ear.



Njord nods and they finally let go of eachother. "I get it. I'll be back with food too."



Skadi closes the door behind her and sits next to me on the couch. "So what do you want to do oh fiery friend of mine?"