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Harlow was barely paying attention to the other dancing with her, her mind slowly clouding over from intoxication. “Yeah…I guess so…maybe.” Stumbling, she grabbed for him before she fell off the table.
He frowned when she nearly fell. “I think you have had enough.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, and carried her, off the table and towards one of the less crowded tables. “Did you take anything else other than alcohol?”
The muscles cording his arms, legs, and back pulled tight like a wire. A bullet in a chamber and ready to go. Insults about Odin’s father died on his tongue. Any good Shadowhunter knew it was better to bring an enemy in alive for questioning and for the Law to take place but then again, his father was barely a Shadowhunter having left it all for a mundane. “Are you done trying to intimidate me because I have an Institute to run.”
“Intimidate you? So distrustful...” Odin folded his arms in front of his chest. “If there are any, I’ll leave my findings on the Blood Moon at your desk. Or I’ll send them through Magnus or Ragnor.” Odin stated, and waved a dismissive hand. “Skitter along, then.” If Alec wanted to act as if Odin was impolite, he might as well give the shadowhunter a reason to.
His eyes darkened. That was the current Holy Grail of insults to cast upon a Shadowhunter.
“All threats are perceived unless stated outright and you and I both know you’re far too wise to make such a naive mistake.”
Odin rose his eyebrows. “Oh, so now I am wise?" the Warlock’s eyes darkened. “I make no threats, little duckling, I take action. My father always told me it was rude to play with your food. If I wanted to harm you or kill you, you’d be dead or breathing through a straw. I leave the mind games to the fair folk.”
“Umm….nearly everybody who isn’t into ballet.” She laughed, raising an eyebrow as he mentioned magic and the Institute, chewing her lip before shrugging, “The last twenty years of dance is just swaying and grinding, I’m pretty sure you’ll get the hang of it quickly.” With those words Harlow kept dancing, occasionally sipping her drink.
Odin chuckled. “Then I guess I am into ballet...” Odin trtied to mimic her movements, hips swaying a bit, arms up in the air, though it was clear he wasn’t used to dancing like this. “The bright side of me dancing near you, is that I make you look even better.”
“You threatened me, Warlock.” Alec flinched in reproach. To slam a species with their name outright and in such an insulting tone was nothing shy of derogatory, a habit he was trying his hardest to kick.
Odin harrumphed. “You sound like Valentine.” He stated, mercilessly. “And I did not threaten you, you just perceived… whatever I did as a threat. Must I not make sudden moves near unsuspecting Nephilim so I don’t frighten them in their natural habitat?” He tilted his head. “Or am I not allowed to speak my mind for fear of turning out like my mother, burned at the stake by zealot savages?”
“Not the wisest move threatening a Shadowhunter.” Alec’s features sharpened but his blade still remained hidden, giving, for reasons unbeknownst to him, Odin the benefit of the doubt.
“Alec Lightwood, are you honestly thinking about lecturing me on unwise moves?” Odin folded his arms in front of his chest. What was it with Alexander that brought such fury out of Odin? He harrumphed.
“It is wise to be careful, but don’t mistrust your allies left and right.”
Harlows own brows shot up, “You know of the academy?” She sighed, before shaking her head and tugging his arms off his chest, “Get drunk then, let loose, have some fun! God, why is everyone in this city so boring lately?!”
He tilted his head. “Who doesn’t?” Odin chuckled. “The last time I got drunk, I made the whole club vanish. The Prague Institute is still after me because of that one...” He winked at her, and nodded. “Show me some of the more recent moves, I think most of what I know is a century old at least.”
Alec let out a small huff in lieu of words, working on steadying his heart rate back to normal. “And you’re observant.” He stated flatly.
“As you should be as well.” Odin fired back, before he could filter his thoughts, and frowned.
Raising an eyebrow as he got on the table, she frowned at his words before shrugging “Screw the runes, I didn’t train with the Bolshoi to rely on a stupid rune for skills. It’s all natural baby!” A grin spread across her features as she kept dancing.
Odin lifted his eyebrows up. “If you managed to get a place in the Bolshoi academy, then I believe you...” He folded his arms in front of his chest. “I am afraid I am not as much of a dancer as you are, though...”
Alec’s eyes narrowed at the Warlock’s hand registering it as a threat. Every muscle in his body tightened but he didn’t flinch. Alec stayed still, keeping the fact that there was a blade tucked into the waistband of his jeans to himself. “Saw what? My face or,” his brows furrowed ferociously, “To read minds is borderline dark magic if not completely.”
Odin frowned. “Dark magic...?” He shook his head. “I meant I saw your face. I can’t read minds. I doubt even Magnus could.” Odin blinked for a moment, and lowered his hand. “You’re on edge.”
Harlow rolled her eyes, looking down at the guy, “I’m perfectly fine up here, I’m good at the whole balance thing.” As if to prove her wrong, the table wobbled slightly but the girl only laugh, hands up as she moved.
Odin sighed, and jumped up on the table, surprisingly agile for his frame, and looked at the young Shadowhunter. “I think you might want to redraw that rune of balance...” He teased.
“What? Come dance with me! I promise the table is safe…ish”
Odin’s eyebrows moved up, as he looked at the table on which she was dancing. “I am not concerned about whether the table will turn or not...” The Warlock moved his eyes up. “But you seem like you could fall over...”
“I am aware of the importance of creating the next generation of Nephilim, Odin.” Alec said, a wee bit annoyed. He crossed his arms, brows furrowing. Now that he thought of it, he wasn’t sure if Magnus wanted kids now or ever. If he could father children, would he have? And more importantly, was wanting a family a dealbreaker for Alec? He shook his head slightly and to himself. No. If Magnus didn’t want a family that was okay by him. One of the three other Lightwoods was bound to continue the line and give Alec a child to play with. Uncle Alec. He smiled softly, completely lost in his head and not listening to a single thing coming out of the Warlock’s mouth. His mind floated pretend images of himself playing with a niece or nephew. These images quickly turned into more, Magnus floating into the picture. The two by a crib, exhausted but happy. Why would there be a crib at the loft though? The child in this fantasy wasn’t there initially…The discontinuity of his own thoughts jarred him back into reality. “What?”
Odin realized Alec was not listening to his words. He smiled playfully when Alec seemed to suddenly come back to the real world, the sharp what making Odin chuckle lightly. “I was not saying anything of importance, Alec.” He shook his head. “You were lost in your thoughts. Happy thoughts judging by your eyes... I wonder what they were...” He lifted his hand up quickly before Alec could reply. “Ah, I know. You wouldn’t tell me. It’s fine. I’ll pretend I never saw it.”
“If we don’t figure out who sent that warning…I’m afraid a lot of people are going to die.” Beau shook his head and fiddled with his necklace a moment. “But I don’t know how to go about finding out who it was without violence. They were good. Any fingerprints they erased and any loose ends…probably died in the blood moon.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what to do.”
Odin smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry too much. If a battle really happens, I am sure Shadowhunters will protect us. As for what to do until then... Keep your eyes open.” He paused and nodded. “And don’t allow this to change who you are.”
Alec stayed quiet while Odin talked even when there were polite lulls for the Lightwood to chime in. He wouldn’t further steer this conversation to personal terrain, not wanting this Warlock to think he was befriending him. Odin’s comment on children near about tore the floor from under his feet. “W-what? Children?” Alec hadn’t considered kids. He knew the Lightwood line wouldn’t continue from him, as did half of Idris. He remembered walking in on a conversation between his mother and Irina Cartwright and how Irina had said it was such a shame no one would ever inherit his hazel eyes.
“W-why, why are you talking about my potential children? I…I’m too young to be a father.” Of course Alec wanted a family. He’d grown up so interconnected with his siblings; they were his best of friends. It was all Alec knew when it came to family, not the lonely years that haunted Magnus.
Odin was a bit surprised at Alec’s reaction. “Ah... Nephilim give children a lot of importance. And I am glad they do, that they value so much the way they can leave a legacy behind. I can’t. I can never have a child of my own, unless, of course, I adopt, but if I do, I would have to adopt a young warlock, because I don’t think I would want to go through losing that child...”
“And of course, I am not saying you should have children right now...” He shrugged. “But don’t you plan on having any?”
“I don’t know.” Beau admitted candidly. “I’m too busy trying to think outside the box myself. Mostly because I don’t know where the box actually is.” He shrugged. “We’re all looking at the bigger picture but what if it wasn’t big like that? Perhaps instead of trying to start a war it was more of a warning? We should look at the beings who want to send a warning not a gunshot for war. You know?” Beau felt like he was rambling but it felt good to get his ideas out in one way or another.
Odin was thoughtful. “There are more subtle ways of preparing an army, or planting the seed of chaos, without knowing where to point our fingers...” He stopped walking for a moment. “Perhaps your theory is not so far fetched, Beau... Even if it was not intended to simply be a warning, it definitely should be seen as one. A flashy show of power, like the Indian Cobra... Hopefully not as deadly as the snake...”
“Don’t insult me. I am perfectly capable of having sound judgment without the aid of outside parties.” He spoke swiftly and stiffly even though Alec knew Odin was one-hundred percent right. Alec wouldn’t of had the insight he had if it weren’t for his relationship with Magnus. Then again, without Magnus he would be trapped in a loveless marriage for the rest of his life. One that would’ve crafted and shaped him to be even more aligned with the Law than he already was. “The mercy of the New York Institute falls upon everyone within the Law and the Accords.”
Odin lifted his eyebrows. “Your quickness to be offended by my question speaks louder than your words.” The warlock looked at him, as if defying Alec to tell him he was wrong. He sighed. “Truth is, we cannot afford to be picky with out allies. Whatever their reasons to protect us, we must embrace their help and mercy...” Odin smiled softly. “If anything, I am glad you and Magnus met.”
“The chase for your personal happiness might make this world a better one for your children to live in.”
