“Sex, magic and death, three of life’s most fascinating things.” Merlin leaned back in the chair. “She is war in a very different sense to your Ares, though. She is queen of the Valkyries, picking warriors from the battlefield and taking them to the next life. She is also a goddess of love, very fond of fucking. I may have joined her bed in the distant past, but I haven’t seen her in a good while. Apparently her brother Freyr has been here for a good while, but I haven’t heard anything about him. He might be worth your while.” He smirked at Luna. “Raging libido and hung like a horse, or so I’ve been told. Fertility gods, eh?”
Speaking of fertility, he would give it another five minutes and then take all this upstairs.
“They both sound pretty hot,” Luna agreed with a sip of her wine, picturing two sexy golden battle gods - especially anyone titled Queen of the Valkyries, because that sounded dangerously hot. “But I think I’ve got my hands pretty full with gods for now. Peitho and Hermes keep me pretty busy themselves, even if I’m not currently working for Peitho’s site.”
“You’re not? Oh- well yes, of course.” Merlin inclined his head. “Well, if you ever meet them, tell them you’re a friend of mine and I’m sure they will treat you like a friend too.” He picked up a pastry and ate it, and then paused to dust crumbs out of his chest hair. “I am glad that life is finding a balance again for you, my dear. Here’s to peace and security.” He raised his glass again, quaffing half of it.