There were two reasons that Wednesday didn't get up and dance with Ellie. The first was: he much prefered to watch Ellie's lithe and sultry movements than to try and accompany them.
The second reason was: Wednesday didn't dance. In his pantheon, the closest things he had ever done to dancing were sex and shamanic trance. While there was nudity here, and he was hoping to get laid later, he felt that the shamanic trance bit was probably a little more welcome rather than him suggesting an orgy.
So it was through the veil with him. Behind the scenes. He went back to his room quickly, digging in the bottom of his chest. He returned to the feast practically within the blink of an eye. In his hands he held his ancient noaide drum, the one Freyja had given him when she had taught him seidre. It was not perhaps the right use for the instrument now, but somehow he figured Freyja, wherever she was, would approve of it being used in this wild dancing.
Settling himself a little ways away from Hermes (Seidre often innvolved same-sex coupling, but Odin still felt a little uncomfortable cuddling up to the blue-skined naked god) Wednesday began to play, his hands caressing the ancient reindeer skins to rhythms that hadn't been heard for centuries. As his beat blended with Hermes', he raised his voice in song:
Gáttir allar áður gangi fram um skoðast skyli, um skyggnast skyli, því að óvíst er að vita hvar óvinir sitja á fleti fyrir.
Gefendur heilir, gestur er inn kominn, hvar skal sitja sjá? Mjög er bráður sá er á bröndum skal síns um freista frama. *
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The second reason was: Wednesday didn't dance. In his pantheon, the closest things he had ever done to dancing were sex and shamanic trance. While there was nudity here, and he was hoping to get laid later, he felt that the shamanic trance bit was probably a little more welcome rather than him suggesting an orgy.
So it was through the veil with him. Behind the scenes. He went back to his room quickly, digging in the bottom of his chest. He returned to the feast practically within the blink of an eye. In his hands he held his ancient noaide drum, the one Freyja had given him when she had taught him seidre. It was not perhaps the right use for the instrument now, but somehow he figured Freyja, wherever she was, would approve of it being used in this wild dancing.
Settling himself a little ways away from Hermes (Seidre often innvolved same-sex coupling, but Odin still felt a little uncomfortable cuddling up to the blue-skined naked god) Wednesday began to play, his hands caressing the ancient reindeer skins to rhythms that hadn't been heard for centuries. As his beat blended with Hermes', he raised his voice in song:
Gáttir allar
áður gangi fram
um skoðast skyli,
um skyggnast skyli,
því að óvíst er að vita
hvar óvinir
sitja á fleti fyrir.
Gefendur heilir,
gestur er inn kominn,
hvar skal sitja sjá?
Mjög er bráður
sá er á bröndum skal
síns um freista frama. *
*Lines from the Hávamál