More and more, the demon that was Freyr asked himself, Why the fuck am I still doing these things?
So, he didn't. He put in the bare minimum at work. He went out to Diogenes to drink and see who he could connect with. He fucked Freyja and avoided her fugly cat. He went to the community garden, and decided, fuck it, I'm leaving early today.
He also had been snooping around Hermes' poncy penthouse address, looking up at the building, waiting for the god to show himself. He'd been getting annoyed though, because it had been days and he'd still only seen that tattooed housekeeper or whatever she was. He watched her for a bit for something to do, and then gave up and went home.
The thing was, he thought as he came to his front door, he thought he'd left his front door locked, and now, it was not. And also, he could sense an immortal being inside, a familiar one. He locked the door behind him as he went in.
"Oh! Hello," he said, with an air of cheerful confusion. "I wasn't expecting you to visit today. What a nice surprise!"