Now what? (tag: Bragi)
Hermod had stood in his bedroom without moving for at least twenty minutes after Bast had left him. It didn’t even occur to him that he should put his clothes on. He was just too stunned to think about anything. She had left him. For some unknown reason, she had left him.
What the fuck? He had not done anything wrong. Nothing that she had named, anyway. He finally moved when he started to get angry. Bast had never given him any straight answer about why she was leaving him. She had decided for both of them that their relationship was over. She hadn’t even given him a chance to talk about it. He knows he could have convinced her to give them another chance.
Or was she right?
Had they been doomed from the start? He was nowhere near her in experience. He thought he had pleased her, but maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he was a really lousy lover. He had no idea what to think.
He needed to talk to someone. He could not go to his mother. He hadn’t told her about Bast. Frigg would not be happy that he had kept his girlfriend from her. Vidar was never a good choice for actual conversation. Great for being a sounding board for ideas, not so good with giving his opinions. Tyr and Thor were possibilities, but he wasn’t sure how Thor’s head was at the moment and honestly, Tyr could be a little intense sometimes.
Hermod knew who the best person would be. Bragi. If anyone could help him figure this out it was his romantic big brother. The messenger quickly put on his clothes before calling Bragi. He hoped his brother wasn’t busy and could get there soon.
Bragi? If you got a minute, could you come here? I kind of need your advice.