Philotes, Goddess of Friendship & Affection (philotes) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-09-06 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bragi, ~idun, ~philotes, ~vidar |
Surprise Date (tag: Bragi, Idun & Vidar)
Lottie had been to Asgard to visit Idun a billion times. Well, maybe not a full billion. But at least a million, certainly. Trips to her friend's home, to bake, to watch My Little Pony, to show off a new outfit, to ask for advice, to see Idun for a myriad of reasons, had been regular and frequent. But this time was different. This time was special. This time she was going to be introduced to Idun's husband.
Technically, yes, she'd already met Bragi. But that had been an accident of happenstance, a quirk of serendipity. It wasn't official or anything. Because Idun hadn't been involved at all. She hadn't been aware of the meeting. She hadn't been there.
Vidar had been there.
Lottie paused momentarily in her rushed last minute preparations to think about the Nord with the broad chest and brilliant blue eyes. She was a little unnerved to realize she couldn't claim for sure whether he liked her or not. Usually, she could tell. And really, the answer was almost always yes. She was the goddess of Friendship and Affection, and truthfully just a nice person in general, so people usually liked her. But then, they usually talked back to her when she spoke with them. Bragi certainly had. But Vidar? Not so much. So she didn't know if he was just politely putting up with her for the sake of his brother's wife, since she'd announced she was friends with Idun, or if he was just kind of... shy? Though he didn't seem exactly shy. He seemed--
Philotes shook her head and stopped her train of thought right there. Because if she didn't, she would be there for another hour at least, and she was already behind her own self-imposed schedule. Even though she wasn't going to be late, Lottie felt like she was because she was on the third outfit, and she still wasn't satisfied. “A bit dressy,” Idun had said, so Lottie had logically started going through her dresses. They were all fine but this was an important dinner, and it needed more than just fine. She needed wonderful. The fourth dress was no better than the previous three, the fifth was worse, but the sixth was quite pretty. Lottie decided if she pulled her hair up in one of her new pretty hair clips that matched the dress, it would just barely be good enough for a dinner with Idun and Bragi.
After that, it was a mad dash to fluff up her hair, put in the rosette clip, then slap on some make up. Then take that make up off because it was a little too street walker around the eyes, and that was certainly not the impression she wanted to give when representing her pantheon in the seat of power of another pantheon. Not that she thought she was the ambassador for all Greeks or anything, but there was a certain amount of pride to be upheld. A final glance in the mirror, and she was out the door.
Moments later, she was making her way up a rainbow. Which never got old. No matter how many times she crossed Bifrost, it was still awesome every single time. She gave a little wave and called out, “Hi, Highball!” It was a misunderstanding from the first time they'd been introduced, when she'd thought that was actually Heimdal's name. Since then, she'd taken to teasing him with it, hoping for more of a reaction than she got. He was a tough nut to crack, but she was going to figure out a way to get at least a grin out of him eventually.
Lottie took the turns she knew so well on the way to Idun's, looking around to see if anything had changed since her last visit. And then she was on the familiar doorstep, her hand raised to knock when she froze at a sudden thought. There were two long blinks as she considered the answer, and then she nodded. Yes, she had remembered to put on clean underwear in her haste to get ready. How embarrassing would it be if she hadn't? Not that she was intending to show anyone, but still. She felt better knowing they were fresh and matched her bra.
Lottie knocked before recalling that actually, she wasn't wearing the bra she'd intended. She was still wearing the demicup that she'd put on to go with the high-necked dress to give her a little more curviness in contrast to the blandness of that particular outfit. The one she was wearing however, was actually a bit low-cut. Philotes glanced down and groaned, then tried to tug the decolletage up just a bit to cover for the fact that the girls were looking particularly perky tonight. Crap. Did she have time to go home and change? She'd already knocked, but maybe if she was fast enough...
Nope. She wasn't.