Re: Vidar, Lottie, Eris Leaving, Open to Anyone
She hadn't had to ask for the hug because he just gave her one. Granted she really had wanted to go home first before asking for the hug, and not just because she didn't want to be in this situation where her friend's husband was missing. Privacy would have been nice for the first embrace she got from the tall, quiet god. But she wasn't going to quibble too much because his arms went all the way around her when he hugged, it was like being folded into warmth and totally enveloped by strength. Lottie could have stayed there all night.
But he released her and she reluctantly pulled back, sorry for it to be at an end already. Soon, though, she hoped, she'd be getting another one. At least he kept his arm around her, and while it wasn't a full fledged hug, it was still a really, really nice feeling. Her own arm snaked around his waist to hold onto him loosely, and she couldn't help but notice that he was nothing but lean, hard muscle under her touch. And warm. He was really warm. Maybe that was a Norse thing.
Lottie opened her mouth to ask him what he'd like to eat, since there was so much being offered, but before she even squeaked out a syllable, they were interrupted. By Eris. She was infamous enough that Philotes recognized her, and she assumed it was similar to what mortals felt when they spotted somebody from a wanted poster. There was an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach, that only grew when she noted the chaos goddess was smiling.
And then she kissed Vidar.
She kissed Vidar.
Lottie hadn't even kissed Vidar yet! Her eyes narrowed and she made an outraged noise, but Eris was already leaving. And giving her a thumbs up. Oh, she was lucky Friendship didn't have anything close at hand to throw, or she would have been beaned right in the head in that moment. Mad was not an emotion that Philotes felt often, but when she did her Underworld lineage was very apparent, because she really wanted to cause the other goddess some form of pain for taking away something that she felt should have been hers.
She turned her glare on her date-- her date!-- and watched him shrug at her while he tried to explain. She'd thought he'd been free to take her out, or why else would he have asked? Philotes didn't want to get messed up in the middle of some sort of weird relationship triangle, especially not one that involved Eris, not even for somebody she liked as much as she liked Vidar.
When he finally managed to say that he didn't know Eris, it didn't really lessen her anger all that much. It just made sure it was all concentrated on the goddess that had done the kissing, rather than the god that was the kissee. He could have been lying, she knew, but somehow she didn't think that was Vidar's style. No, Eris had just wandered up and planted one on him for some weird Eris-y reason. She'd stolen a kiss. And that kiss really belonged to Lottie.
Well fine. Then she'd just claim what was hers, and set everything back on the right path for the date. With that well-reasoned and totally not decided out of anger conclusion bubbling in her brain, Lottie reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, not even caring that she was stretching out the jersey fabric. She tugged, not only to pull him down but also to keep him in place, as she went up on tiptoe.