*looks at letter in her hands, considers musing about whether Gods can hear Mortals no matter where they are…but discards this idea for a more clever one.
“Doth mother know, you wearth her Tesla?”
*pauses for amoment as a smug and playful grin fights it’s way onto her face*
Just kidding, sir. *Sigh* I would like to meet him someday. He seems so interesting, and I have sooo many questions.
*beings writing another letter*
Um, I’m sorry to say, but now-a-days the only oaths of service we take as pagans is a oath of secrecy, which states that we can not tell others about our religion unless they ask us specifically first. Maybe that’s what Thor meant when he asked me to write that post script.
Speaking of Lord Thor, I fear my foot standing had little effect, as didn’t notice until he attempted to walk away that I’d been ‘accadently’ pinning his foot down.
My boss has taken an interest in my writing to you. Do you know the story of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? I’m still unsure weither Reindeer Games is slightly sympathetic or just a comment on the Avengers being excluded from knowing ‘what game you were playing’ IE what your plan was.
It makes me both excited and worried that you think I’m intriguing. I’m special enough for the Institute to want to persue, but I’m not sure how I’ve caught your interest besides the fact I’m a modern Lokean.
I chose you, so many years ago because, it seemed to me, the world was in desperate need of seismic changes and it seemed to me that such could not be accomplished except by a god.
Thank you for sticking with me through all of those trying times. I often think of the day when my luck changed for the better, and instead of having to barely scrape by, I had a sizable nest egg from a settlement regarding my midgard -and I use the term loosely- relatives.
You know it hurts so much when you find out that people who are supposed to care for you would leave you in such dire circumstances, as the one that held me captive. But my training was such that I didn’t dwell on it for long, but instead tucked it away for later when I could exact my vengeance. It never occurred to me while I was on the Black Road that I might one day use that very opportunity for vengeance to forge a new path for myself. By not indulging in a serving out a justly deserved punishment by flame, but instead serve it via a lawyer, I realized I’m more than the weapon the Institute made me.
… I fear I have revealed too much. Also that I’m dwelling on a past that is more than dead. I hope the afternoon finds you well. I hope you see fit to write again. You seem to know the depth of my pain. I hope, one day, we find the joy we deserve.
Not to say this job doesn’t have its perks. I just called Stark’s armor a Tesla, which is a very advance type of green energy vehicle. I do believe being told he wears a vehicle stung enough to get my point across. I hate to say this but my boss is fun to tease.
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