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[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

Date: November 16, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The Bar
Summary: Wednesday reflects on his past and attains higher states of inebriation.  (An invitation to anyone who would like to have a good drunken conversation.)

Wednesday grimaced as he swilled his glass of mead.  He hated the stuff.  He tried to remember if he always had.

He closed his eyes, and thought back.  Thought back to the land of ice and fire.  Remembered the taste of blood on his lips as he constructed his world.  Tried to recall how it felt, all the ages of men ago.  After a hard days work, getting back to his hall, harnessing the goat...

...and sipping a vaguely warm glass of mead. 

Yuck.

No, even back then he hadn't liked the stuff.  The endless battles he had liked.  The raping and pillaging.  The deception.  It had all been good.  Why had he tolerated the mead?

Ah, yes, now he remembered.  The half-clad Valkyrie warrior-women that *brought* the mead. 

Yes, he had certainly liked *them* just fine. 

And Freyja.  Gods, she had had it all, and in abundance.  There was a woman he could respect. The love of battle had been buried as deeply in her heart as it had been in his. She was cut-throat in more ways than one. 

Now, all they saw in her was a fertility goddess.  A northern Aphrodite.  A powerful female spirit, embodying the divine feminine mystique in all of us.

It made him want to vomit.

Humans had lost the truth.  Creation and Death were different side of the same coin.  Without one, the other was meaningless.  What was orgasm other then a mini death?

He finished off his glass and drew some figures on the shiny bartop.  He wasn't sure if it would work in this neutral zone, but it was worth a try.

Even if it didn't, company was sure to come around and join him sooner or later.     

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"I'll drink to adventure and curiosity. Would that my reasons were equally amusing."

Crowley refilled his glass and sipped at it.

"And quiet? Far from it. Too many damn angels around."

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

"You said it." He wobbled a little in his chair as he layed a hand on Crowley's forearm. "You ever make it up North? I don't remember you... not without my ravens... but I think you would have had a great time with the Norsemen. No holiness as far as the eye could see. Plenty of fun."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Oh, not since the 1350's or so. Too bloody cold up there for frequent visits."

Crowley thought back.

"They were a fun bunch, if I recall properly, but no challenge to tempt."

"So," he said with a mischievous smile, "going to stir up some trouble while you're here?"

[allfather-odin.livejournal.com]

"Tempting, right, I forgot that your kind was into that. No, we had no need of virtue or vice back then. There were the virtues and if you abided by those you were fine. Of course, our virtues were a little different than that lucky bastard from Bethleham." He swirled his glass.
"As for the other, life without trouble is meaningless. And I fully intend to give the lives of the inhabitants of this mannor some meaning."