Idle Hands [tag: Tyr]
Boredom never suited Enyo. There was a rather dreadful and yet apropos phrase among mortals about how idle hands were the devil's playthings. Well, she didn't believe in the existence in any sort of devil of the likes they did, but it did sort of spark her less than desirable creative traits. Where her siblings were, was anyone's guess. Ares was likely ankle deep in sand, as per usual, and Eris just sort of flitted about like a downy feather on the windy. Enyo would see them both again when it suited them as she had no desire to exfoliate in the desert at the moment or go Geo-cacheing for Discord. So, she had to find her own entertainment.
It did not escape her memory that she did not have the war she wanted and to an extent, deserved. She had put a lot of thought into that, Ares had been so ready to help and Eris had shown them how easy the bait was because Hybris had been holding it. But... it never happened. That was disappointing, if nothing else. Not to mention the lack of Zeus being able to either kill or strike Odin or Thor down a few pegs of arrogance. What was becoming of the Greek Pantheon that they were not able to put a few Nords in their place?
It didn't sit well at all. It was also giving her a nasty case of cabin fever. She needed something to do and while there were some wonderfully ugly things brewing in Russia, their pantheon had never been ones to welcome outside influence. Messing with the Slavs was not high on Violence's list of things to do at the moment. They were fun to play with when feeling cooperative. When they weren't, there was no actual game involved.
But, she did have an old feud that sort of needed poking at. The coals needed to be turned, the fire stoked. Otherwise what sort of Auntie was she if she didn't feed her darling Neikea something once in a while? At least Eris knew how to give her nieces and nephews worth claiming and doting upon in some degree.
Besides, he shot her. At point blank range. How... well, it was not very honorable or noble of him was it? Then dumping her corpus in a ditch like a commoner would do. She was almost proud of how badly she had enraged him and turned him from who he claimed he was. It made her grin even now, many years later. Deep down there was a monster in there, in him, just like the rest of them. Like her, like Ares, like Nergal, like Sekhmet... all of them.
Which was why she was leaning against the side of his house, not exactly dressed for a fight, waiting. Oh, Enyo knew where he lived. She had for quite a long time. She may not have had easy access to Asgard -that was a complication, but when one had an immortal enemy, one made sure to know where on the mortal plane they preferred to lay their head. Just as she assumed he probably knew that she lived in Bucharest when not on Olympus, and he'd unfortunately actually been in that place. She was silent, surprise was part the purpose. Surprise him and then see if she could poke him enough to turn him again against that wholly honorable creature he claimed to be and actually show him what a filthy barbarian he was.
They were not so different. War was war, it was not about honor or justice. Glory, sure. Honor and justice, no. It was a filthy, messy, nasty business and there was no room for softness in it. She would make him lose that honorable exterior and then rub salt in that wound for the rest of time. All because she was bored. Take her precious planned inter-pantheonic war away from her... who the hell did they all think they were?