House of Memories (P)

Michael was still getting adjusted to this new life. It was so different from his life at home. Everything was much more hazardous, and honestly it was surprised to him that he hadn't died for a second time yet, serious they needed tighter rules and restrictions on this place. He understood that they couldn’t truly die but that didn’t mean he didn’t mind getting speared to death by some idiot.

He huffed in agitation. God why did this have to happen to him of all people? He notched the bow as he prepared to shoot. Why was he the one who ended up dead, when it was his flipping sister who started the fire and almost got them all killed? He couldn’t forgive her for this, at least not anytime soon, because of her he wouldn’t get a chance to be a better dad to his own son that his dad was to him or his sister.

She was apologetic about it, well, as apologetic as she could be given her deteriorated mental state. Being his Valkyrie and all, she had one job, and she blew it by being stupid. Sure it might sound a little harsh, but how would you feel if your sibling killed you before you even got the chance to live life? Not flipping good.  

He let the arrow go, watching as it zipped through the air. Striking the direct centre of the target. A frown on his face, he didn’t even registered his accomplishment, already notching another arrow and releasing it upon another target. Striking it right dead in the centre just like the last one.

He wondered how Nathan was doing. If Angelica was actually taking care of him properly, he wouldn’t trust it, he could take some solace in the fact that their father was still around to ensure that Nathan was well taken cared of, and from the brief conversations he exchanged with his sister on the occasions that she visited him, the two appeared to be doing better since his death. Although his father was still vacant, even more so than he had been when his mother had left them.

Speaking of his mother, he wasn’t very happy with her at this moment either. Maybe if she hadn’t been so selfish and hadn’t abandon them things would have been different. His sister wouldn’t be a psychopath and his father wouldn’t have been a neglectful parent and poor excuse for a man.

He let go of another arrow, striking his target once more. Going for his fourth one in a row, he straightened his position and set himself up. His fingers drumming against the strings in anticipation as he prepared to let the arrow hit its mark.

He needed to figure out a way to get back to them. To fix all of this. He needed too, he couldn’t stay here and twiddle his thumbs and pretend that he hadn’t left behind a broken family. Maybe these other demi-gods didn’t have anything left in life to return to, but he did, and he was determined to return one day. He didn’t know how, he didn’t even know if it was possible, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try.

He inhale slightly,his fingers slowly losing their grip, as his eyes locked onto the red dot at the centre of the target.

He was so focused on the target he hadn’t notice the ginger walk into the room, despite his rather boisterous greeting to the general occupants of the training area. He only became aware of his presence when he felt a hand swat his ass, causing him to jolt in response and almost release his arrow, luckily he had enough control not to initially relinquish his hold. He was utterly confused for a moment until he heard a deep voice whispering to him.

Yeah no. He knew the implications behind those words and he definitely wasn’t in the mood nor was he interested. Turning his head towards the man, he gave him an irritated look, clearly showing that he was not impressed by his male posturing. Although he inwardly paused when he took in the presence of the other man completely. Because Odin dammit he was hot, and not just regular hot, really hot. That didn’t excuse him though, well it did a little, but he was going to stand his ground.

“Uh, yeah no thanks.” He managed to muster, lowering the bow in his grasp, his expression becoming less harsh, although a frown still remained on his face.  “I think I’ll stick to archery.” Forcing, yes forcing because his eyes were literally glued stuck looking at the other man’s chest which was uncomfortable bare right now. “But thanks for the offer, maybe you should make the same offer to one of your fan-girls,” He could tell that this guy had a long line of women and men fawning over him, though unfortunately for ginger he wasn’t going to be one of them.

“Mine stepping back, don’t want me to miss my next shot do you?”

Micheal release the arrow, watching in delight as it made it’s mark despite the rather loud and attractive distraction behind him. Lowering his bow, he turned, purposely staring the other directly in the eye as he raised his chin. “So I’ve been told,” He admitted. “I’m not one to conform or relent.” He purposely stressed the last bit.

The fact that the other man actually knew who he was, or at the very least his lineage, was somewhat surprising but rather expected. Now that he thought about it, he had seen this man before a couple of times as well. He supposed he was too caught up in his own little world to really notice him and take note likes he was doing now. “I’m not even going to bother to ask how you know who my mother is,”

When the man seemed briefly confused about his fangirl comment, he opened to elaborate, but stopped when ginger started putting two and two together. “Well aren’t you modest.” He said rolling his eyes and drawing another arrow from his Quiver. He coughed and pulled at his collar, when the man made the comment about his arse, and wasn’t ignorant at the way the other stared, just tried to ignore it. “And charming…”He added, clearing his throat.

Twirling the arrow in his head, he eyed the other man with a suspicious look. “Tsk Tsk, if you found me as interesting as you claimed you would have known my name.” He gripped, a gloating expression on his facial feature. “It Micheal. Pretty basic. Pretty forgettable.”

“What about you ginger?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared up at the much taller male. “I gave you my name, only fair that you give me your’s”

The dark haired male huffed at the ginger demi-god. “Well if you’re such an expert why don’t you try, hmm?” He challenged, shooting the other man a look. He was a rather confident bloke wasn’t he?

“That makes sense,” He thought, when the other man explained how he knew who his mother was. He had completely forgotten about that feast, he was pretty sure he was too busy freaking out during the entire thing to really understand what was going on. Which was understandable because he had just freaking died and was reborn as an immortal pawn for Odin’s army for Ragnarok. He felt his face heat up a little bit, and he bit down gently on his lower lip at the man’s little nickname for home. “I still find this entire situation confusing and weird,” He said, looking away from Grior, thankful that he was just dark enough that the blush on his face wasn’t visible. At least not yet.

“Sarcasm dude,”  Micheal pointed out, realizing that the other man hadn’t taken his comment about him being modest as sarcastic. “Yeah because nobody wants to see uh…” He paused and winced as he thought about how he would phrase this. “Well.. most people would prefer if you keep your… uh equip hidden.” He informed, dammit did his face feel so warm right now? “I’m assuming you’ve been here for a while… well in modern day it’s inappropriate for you to just walk around naked.”

Oh. Real Smooth. He coughed and straight his posture. He fell right into that one didn’t he?  “Trust me, i’m no angel.” He claimed biting down slightly harder on his lower lip.

“Griorgair?” He repeated, sure that he hadn’t said it properly, it was such an odd name. He hadn’t ever heard it before, but given the man’s accent he could guess that it was Scottish. “You say that as if you’re an old man.” He mused. “Well Griorgair the strong, care to demonstrate your prowess?”

“Yeah that’s really reassuring,” he said sarcastically. “Just what I wanted to hear.” The fact that this Doom’s day thing was supposedly imminent and they were very unequipped for it did little for his enthusiasm or moral. “Maybe you shouldn’t be using your harpoon for something like that?” He suggested, watching with slight discomfort when the man used the rather sharp device to cut off some chin hair. “Like seriously dude, you could maim yourself.”

“Yeah well you know… I’m kinda busy with trying to settle in so we might not be able to test out how strong I am.” Plus he readily didn’t want to know what method they would even used to do so. Silently eyeing the man’s form, he wouldn’t be surprised if he could break his bones without even trying. Scratching the back of his head awkwardly he let out a somewhat anxious laugh.

When Grior started to list off all the things that they could do, he still couldn’t help but feel that after a thousand years all those things would get boring rather quickly. “Yeah but doesn’t all of that get boring after a while?: He’d imagine that things like that would gradually lose it’s luster after the hundredth time of participating in them. Then again the Hotel seemed to keep up fairly well with the development of the Human world, so things we’re always changing, so maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought.

When Grior grabbed his ass again and whispered his into his ear once more, Michael couldn’t help but flush despite his better judgement, though he did manage to send the ginger an annoyed look as he went to collect his other Harpoon. “Ok dude, we seriously need to talk about his ass grabbing thing,” he asserted, licking his lips, as he watched Grior retrieve the Harpoon from the wall. “There’s a good touch and a bad touch. Ass grabbing is classified as bad touch.”

“Like, it’s kind of impolite to do stuff like that without permission from the person you're doing it to or if the person you’re doing to is someone you're not uh…” He wondered how he should term it, while Grior seemed relatively caught up it was obvious he wouldn’t know more modern terms/use them often. “ You shouldn’t do it to people you're not courting or wooing.” Courting, yeah, he believed that was the right term. It at the least sounded old timey enough he guessed.

“Woah,” Michael said in response to the red-head pointing his harpoon at him, raising his move the tip away from his chest, he gave the taller man a rather unamused look. “ You might not care, but I do, and I don’t feel like dying again anytime soon.” He asserted, Prior pointed the spear head upwards Michael huffed and crossed his arms. “That’s besides the point. Doesn’t it like, hurt?”

Biting down gently on his lower lip. He supposed the other Demi-god had a point, there was so much to do here that it would be impossible to do it all in even one millennia, given that the hotel updated with the times as well that only further stretched the seemingly endless array of things they could probably do here. “Sexual affairs?” He raised a brow. “So you sleep around then? Good to note.” That just meant that he would have to be even a little more guarded around this guy, he was definitely not going to be added to his list of conquests and flings. “Yeah i’m more of a one person kinda of guy, not into whoring myself out.”

Michael visibly took a step back when Grior came back. “Preferably… yes?” He was pretty sure that’s what most normal people would do anyway.

He wasn’t going to lie, he was slightly intimidated by Grior, and felt somewhat uncomfortable with him staring him down like he was prey. Blinking in response to what the man said, he didn’t even register that he had placed a hand the side of his face. “Wait- no that’s not how this…” He sputtered, feeling the blood rush to his face, his lighter shaded ears reddening slightly in response.

He couldn’t even bring himself to move away from the ginger. “ I-I wasn’t asking you to court me dude.” He tried to explain.” I was just saying that you should only get handsy with your lover, not some random stranger you just met!”