Dana Bell - Morgan's Fate

Modi grimaced as Hrungnir laughed raucously, the sound crass in the golden halls of Valhalla. The Jotun was uncouth, loud and rude, and had insulted god and goddess alike more than once with his boasts and his constant demands for ale and wine.

Valhalla, the highest seat in Asgard, should not house such as he.

It had all begun with a wager, a silly one that Odin had, for some unknown reason, chosen to take up. Whether it had been Loki egging him on, or Thors smug belief that none could best a god, Modi did not know, nor did he care to. While Sleipnir and Gullfaxi raced to see who was the swiftest, Hrungnir chose to make a pest of himself at his grandfathers table.

How could anyone think a mere horse could defeat Sleipnir? He was so swift it was believed by some that he had eight legs instead of the normal four. Indeed, some mortal artists had begun to depict him that way, much to Odins amusement. He did nothing to disabuse them of the notion, going so far as to cast illusions when he stopped to talk to mortals in Midgard, making it appear that Sleipnir did, in fact, have eight legs.

It always surprised him that Sleipnir was so different from his half brothers and sister. Born of Loki and a mortal horse, Sleipnir was not the shape shifter his siblings were and exhibited none of the signs that he held human intelligence. He was certainly smarter than your average horse, but that was it. Loki grieved for that more than he wanted known, but at least Sleipnir was well treated as the favored mount of the king of the gods.

The giants raucous laughter rang out once more and Modi hid a cringe. While not all Jotun were like this one, there were several who would think nothing of acting in exactly the same way.

He exchanged an annoyed look with his twin, Magni, who looked equally disgusted by the giants antics. What right did he have to come here and mock the gods? Twas bad enough hed sworn his horse Gullfaxi could defeat Sleipnir, son of Loki. But to then enter Valhalla and demand sustenance, to grope the younger goddesses as if they were his personal playthings? It was not to be tolerated. By the gods, even Loki was becoming annoyed, and it took much to move the Trickster to action for more than amusement or personal gain. If someone didnt do something soon, the Trickster would act, and not even Odin would be able to stop him.

Who knew what mayhem would ensue, should Loki become involved?

More ale, wench! The giant laughed once more as he slapped a Norn on the ass. Tis pleasing to be surrounded by so many lovelies, Odin. You are a lucky man indeed.

The Norn hed slapped scowled at him, her blonde hair pulled back from her face, her strong jaw clenched. When Modi realized which Norn Hrungnir had insulted, he nearly stepped in, despite the mans guest status.

No one should touch Skuld without her permission.

To Helheim with that. No one should touch her without his permission.

Her gaze darted toward him and she blushed, but instead of making her way toward him she joined her sisters away from Hrungnir. Modi relaxed as the woman hed been yearning for put herself out of harms way.

He wanted her with a fire that refused to be quenched by any other female he bedded. He just couldnt stop watching her. Oh, the pale blonde hair that brushed her shoulders was certainly pretty enough. But hed seen shinier, more golden locks. There were plenty of goddesses with fairer, rosier skin than hers. And her blue eyes were the color of the summer sky on a cloudless day, pure and pale, but Morgan had stared into eyes far purer and more brilliant a blue. Her nose was broader than the delicate one most of the goddesses sported, and her jaw was far squarer, giving her face an appearance of strength rather than delicate beauty.

And there was the draw. She exuded an inner strength that belied her slender, fragile frame. The only truly delicate thing about her features was her lips. Painted a pale rose and glistening, they were a perfect Cupids bow. They, more than anything else, drew his gaze.

His grandfather had told him those particular Norns were not to be touched on pain of death. He could bed any other he fancied, but the threeSkuld, Urdr and Verdandiwere off-limits.

It was one of the few times hed been drawn to go against one of Odins edicts. The temptation to taste those honeyed lips, to see those pale blue eyes darken as they pleasured one another, was almost overwhelming. But his father had sided with Odin, and for once the man made a good point.

One did not bed fate without facing the consequences.

Magni had tried to get Modi to ignore the edict, knowing how Modi pined for the pale-haired Norn with the sky-blue eyes. Magni understood what it was to yearn in secret, even if hed never once admitted to Modi how he felt about

No. Modi wouldnt even think the name of the woman his brother wished were his. Not here, in Odins hall, while Thor looked on. He smiled grimly.

To do so would be to tempt fate.

But Magni, despite his temper, had a compassionate side none but those he cared deeply about ever saw. Perhaps, he claimed, if Modi wanted her so badly, then maybe fate wanted them joined.

Such thoughts led to treason. Modi had chosen to obey his father and the All-Father. He backed away from her and hungered in secret. None other would ever satisfy him, but she was part of a greater plan, one not even Odin himself could control or contain.

She was off-limits by the simple virtue of what she was, and Modi respected her role enough not to force his attentions upon her. Even when it caused him pain to walk away.

Hrungnirs rough laughter once again drew him away from his melancholy thoughts. Odin smiled as they all watched the giant make a fool of himself. What was the Old Man up to? He would not tolerate such behavior from his kin, so why did he allow it in an unwelcome visitor?

Magni was becoming enraged. Modi was uncertain if he would be able to stay his brothers wrath. Sons of Thor though they might be, they did not have their fathers strength. Children of his affair with the giantess Jrnsaxa, they were looked down upon as less than the other gods, unworthy to sit by their fathers side.

Sometimes, Modi understood how Loki felt, the only Jotun living in a sea of Aesir and Vanir. Not that he would ever speak such blasphemy within earshot of either his father or grandfather. Odin was not known for his understanding ways.

I hear your apple wine is famous, dear Odin. Will you not allow me to try some? Hrungnir slapped Sif, Thors wife, on the ass, and Modi had to stop his brother from running forward and breaking the giants hand. Fetch me some, wench!

Odins smile wasstrange, but Modi did not have time to contemplate why his grandfathers expression gave him chills, for the Aesir roared their disapproval of the giants audacity at touching the wife of the mighty thunder god.

Friggs shrill voice rang out through the hall, demanding satisfaction of her husband. My lord, will you allow such a creature to abuse us so?

Modi snorted, unheard. Of course Odin would if it meant his amusement. He sipped his wine and grimaced.