Re: Vidar, Lottie, Open to Anyone
Lottie intended to go to Hermod, he was her friend and obviously upset. But she didn't even get to take one step before Vidar was telling her to wait. Wait? Why wait? Wait for what? What was--
Oh. Oh he was kissing her again, and without meaning to, she fell into the heat of it, almost forgetting about Hermod. And Idun. Almost. But as quickly as the kiss began, it was over and she struggled against the bereft, cold feeling left in the way of his warmth. She had time enough to blink, and then he was striding across the sand.
And while she appreciated the view of his purposeful walk, and the way it made his butt tighten up in really nice ways, she was not as appreciative of being dumped like unwanted refuse while Vidar rode to the rescue. She might look fluffy or seem incompetent, but she was a daughter of Night and Darkness, sister to Hate and Doom and Pain. She could hold her own in most situations.
Besides, she'd seen Hermod first.
Plus, as a goddess of friendship, she was uniquely qualified to stop fights without things coming to blows. Something that big, macho, gorgeous, strong gods kept forgetting. Lottie sulked slightly, playing the words she wanted to say to Vidar in her head. She wasn't going to yell, she was just going to explain that she was just as capable as he was. Firmly. She was going to explain firmly.