Odin, Ruler of Asgard (harbard) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-03-05 03:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hermod, ~odin |
Proposition [one year after the walls of Asgard were built] (Tag: Hermod)
Odin shooed the handmaiden aside, not wishing to disturb Frigg. As a matter of fact, he was hoping to avoid her altogether. "No need to announce me. I'm here to see my son. I'll find him myself." At least he assumed he would. If Hermod wasn't at Fensalir, he wasn't sure where he would find the boy. He supposed he could wait for one of the ravens to return, but he didn't want to put this off. And really, if he couldn't find one young man in Asgard, he didn't deserve to be king.
The problem with Hermod was that the young god didn't seem to Odin to have any real direction in his life. He was old enough now that he should have found his place, yet he seemed to stumble around that as much as his tongue did around the maidens that graced his wife's hall. It was no secret that Hermod had somehow missed out on that particular trait of his father's. But it was high time he found his place among the gods of Asgard.
Odin was here strictly for that purpose.
He passed a few of Frigg's maidens on the way through the hall, throwing an appreciative glance back as he did. His wife should really know better than to put so many young, unattached women within his grasp. Not that attachment held any reservations for Odin. Yet there was almost an unspoken rule between them that these women were off limits. But that didn't mean he couldn't look.
Coming at last to his son's rooms, Odin rapped sharply on the door. It wasn't out of respect for Hermod's privacy so much as Odin didn't want to walk in on anything that might embarrass them both. As he had just seen for himself, the hall contained many beautiful women, and Hermod, practiced or not, was still a man with urges. At least the Alfather assumed so. Better to let the boy permit him entrance.
"Hermod! Are you in?"