Loki Laufeyjarson's Story

Modern Earth, the age of science has replaced the age of Gods and Magic. They all have disproven everything about them. People have gone to the so called home of the Greek Gods and found… nothing… No grand palaces or anything else. The Gods places of worship have all but crumbled away. Some have been stolen from and some broken into and vandalized.
The mortals have forgotten about them and explained away everything about them.
But they have not thought of one simple possibility…Maybe the Gods have moved… or have their own dimension. The Gods have never met the other gods of a different culture, aside from the Roman and Greek, but that is because they are one and the same…Each realm feels like one would expect from each culture.

Asgard is surrounded by an impregnable wall and is one of the Nine worlds, inhabited by the Aesir, the race of Warrior Gods. It is located at the highest point of their universe and has the Rainbow Bridge connecting their world to Earth. They also have Valhalla the place were slain warriors wait for the final battle, Ragnarok. The realm of their Elves Alfheim and Svartalfheim is also there as well as Vanaheim the home of Vanir, it is a glorious if a bit cold. Also there is the realm of frost giants they are constantly battling. As well as Helheim, their underworld which Hel, Lokis’ daughter resides and is protected by Garm, Hel's enormous dog-guard, lives in the cave Gnipahellir. He is an eight-foot-tall black hound with glowing eyes. It is important not to underestimate Garm. While he may act like a big dog - vicious and dangerous or friendly depending on who you are - it's an act. There is as much intelligence in Garm as in any other of Helheim's guards. He is a Jotun who is always in dog-form, but he is no dumb beast. Garm seems to be on a general patrol around the borders of Helheim, meaning that he could be anywhere at any point.
Mount Olympus is the abode of the chief god Zeus. Also, the foremost gods of the Greek pantheon have their palaces at the summit. It is here that the gods assemble to consume nectar and ambrosia, the substances which reinforces their immortality. The top of the Olympus, which is covered in snow and hidden in the clouds, reaches all the way into the aether. It is the highest mountain of Greece and lies on the border of Macedonia and Thessaly, yet though mortals have been to the top they have never seen the realm. And why would they? The Gods have hidden it from their mortal eyes. Also of course is the Domain of Hades, which is surrounded nine times by the River Styx, where Hades resides.
The Egyptian Gods abandoned Walking the Earth and made their own realm one that mimics Ancient Egypt, yet more elegantly and seems to never decay.
The Aztec took a liking to the lushness of the place they were worshipped and made their own realm reflect that. Lushness surrounding them and the sounds of the jungle ever present as each God resided in their own grand pyramids, very much like the temples that the Aztecs worshipped them in.
The Hindu gods have retreated back into their Lokas, looking forlornly at the world they left, though it should be mentioned that they have never seen the other Gods walk the world, perhaps the Earth of the other Gods are different in some way?

Each God in each realm have seen the flow of time on Earth and seen it change, but never seeing the other realms of the other gods.

Until now.

Ten Gods, including a few Goddesses, have been cast out of their realm by someone, though they do not know who. Some of the Gods and Goddesses are the righteous; some are the outcasts among the gods… They each have their weapons on them and have been assigned lodges at a college. They do not know how they have come to Earth or who these others are, though a few they recognize from their own realm. For the first time in history The Asgardians will meet the Olympians, the Hindu Gods will meet the Egpytian Gods and the Alaskan Gods as well as the Azetec.
Thrown into this mix are four mortals, two men and two women, who are going to the school as well. They know not who these ones are or the powers they possess, but they soon will…
The Gods have a common goal, though some are more reluctant about it than others, get back to their own realm, but to do that they need help… from the mortals. But will the mortals help? Or will they try to kill the gods, for on Earth there maybe a weapon that can kill them. Though only Mortals may wield it.

Loki Laufeyjarson, god of fire, chaos, mischief, and to some, lying, thievery, magic and deceit… was in his usual spot at the very edge of Asgard and the world of Giants, a fitting place for him, tied up in his son’s entrails as a snake dripped venom on his head making him cringe in pain, only a few times has he not been here… He wished it would stop! Even a brief reprise would be welcomed… but no this was his punishment. His punishment for tricking Hod into killing his twin brother Baldur, the god of light and truth, with a mistletoe at the festival to calm Baldurs nerves, to prove that all the beings on the Earth had promised not to hurt him. All except the Mistletoe, “It is not my fault Frigga forgot to ask the mistletoe… she should have known that even if it is small that it would be insulted that she did not ask…” he thought to himself as the venom dripped on him making him hiss in pain. He almost called out to his Blood brother… and who he once long ago thought of as a father, for help. He bit his tongue before he did. He didn’t want nor need his help! After all this has been his fate since he became a God. Who would have thought? A frost giants’ son becoming a god? It was almost laughable… but here he was, Loki son of the giantess Laufey managed to trick the Gods into becoming one. It was one of his crowning moments.
His others though… well they were always overshadowed by Thor Odinson, Odins’ true son… the thought of Thor brought rage to his face. Every time Loki did some good or grand, there he would be stealing his thunder, his glory, by doing something to one up him! He was the one who made Loki remember what he really was… not an Aesir like the rest, but a frost giant, one will always be over shadowed by them… when Loki remembered this he grew cold and distant from the rest of the Gods, seething in his anger. When the event that led to his imprisonment happened, it was the only thing that kept him sane.
Was his rage against Thor justified? Probably not all of it was, but it was the one thing that he used to keep him sane, and yes, even if he was the god of chaos he was and is quite sane.
The venom dripped on him snapping him back into reality. He tried once more to conjure fire so he could break free of his bindings. Yet as expected he could not. “Curse them!” he screamed out. “Curse them all! When Ragnarok comes and I am freed from here I will exact my revenge on them!” he roared out, knowing no one would hear him. He didn’t even try to break free, feeling to weak. “How many years has it been since I was last fed? Not since I insulted everyone at that feast I believe. No Mead has touched my tongue no fruit has passed my lips.” he thought as he counted the seconds as his skin started to heal, yet as usual just as it did heal another drop of venom fell on his head making him close his eyes. “Even having my mouth sewn shut for months was not this horrible.” he muttered with a sigh.
He felt it rather than saw it.
A shift in the power where he was, the ground shook and a flash of light blinded him, for a moment he thought Thor was coming, but no this was different.
When he opened his eyes he tried to sit up, not expecting to be able to do so he was surprised when he accomplished the feat. “What in Asgard?” he muttered as he looked around him. He blinked, “I am not in Asgard am I?” he muttered seeing tall buildings made out of glass in the distance. He frowned, “Ragnarok has not begun yet, so why have I been freed from my prison?” he asked himself as he started walking. He kicked something and frowned as he picked it up a grin appeared on his face. It was a short scepter like instrument that was gold and had two blades jutting out of the end one longer than the other and nestled in between the blades was a blue crystal. “My weapon… oh it has been ages since I last laid eyes on you.” He commented almost cooing as he held it, making it grow into his staff and then he made it shrink as he made it seem to disappear. He turned around as he thought he heard something and gasped in surprise at what he saw reflected back at him.
In an abandoned building window was a pale man with slicked back black hair and green blue eyes. He wore a long green jacket with gold décor and a black outfit underneath. He walked closer to it and touched the glass. “Is that me? Do I really look so… mortal?” he muttered. It had been ages since he had last looked at himself. He frowned as he moved away from it. He saw something glitter beneath his feet and picked it up reading the Norse runes on the thin gold scroll. It read, Loki Laufeyjarson, your presence is required at the building in the center of town. Do not try not to go Trickster God or the consequences will be worse than you could ever imagine. Loki sneered at the note and crumpled it as he tried to summon his flame. To his great surprise he could as he watched his flame burn the scroll and he crushed the flame out as he started walking to the city.
When he reached the building he sneered as he read the Norse runes etched so faintly in between the college name that mortals would not be able to read it, “I am sent to a place of learning? What mockery is this?” he thought to himself as he found another scroll for him and picked it up as he read the directions on it and again burned the scroll and put it out as the smell of smoke lingered, though considering the room he was in is a stone circular room alit of candles he knew it would be masked.
He walked out of the room and down a hidden path and reached the wall. He took out his scepter and made it grow into a staff as he held it straight out and concentrated as he sent some of his power through it as he made the rune of his name appear on the wall that glowed briefly before vanished as he walked straight through the wall and into what was a familiar sight, or to him it was.
The room was made out of stone and was round, the floor was sawdust and as he looked up he sighed at the seats. “An arena… how quaint…” he muttered to himself as he rested his staff on the ground. He saw a chair made out of Onyx and walked over to it as he sat in it resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and his head in his palm. His legs were spread a bit arrogantly and his mischievous smile was on his face, though that quickly vanished as he noticed that there were nine more chairs, most were elaborate and each seemed to be made out of a different type of stone. “Is this a trial? If so the judges are late…” he commented. “I would pray to Odin that Thor does not come, but since Odin and I are not on good terms I will opt out of that.” He muttered as held onto his staff.

Hades awoke outside, upon a concrete sidewalk. As he began to move his whole body felt harsh and stiff, as if he had been laying there for quite some time.

“Ah...Maybe I did have a little too much drink last night...”

He began to rise, once on two feet he realised something. He was willing his pain to go, but it was not leaving. Gods don’t feel such mild aches and pains. Something was wrong. Hades started to take notice of his surroundings, large buildings of metal and glass dwarfed the area, fast moving vehicles speeded up down the road next to him.

“Is...is this earth?!”

Hades quickly began turn and explore. He was on earth?! And the aches and pain...He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of a nearby window. He was skinny, smart looking even. He had long dark brown hair, he wore some kind of shirt and tie and...Hades readjusted his glasses to get a better look, before leaping back in horror at the realization that he was wearing spectacles. That he had to wear spectacles! That confirmed his suspicions; somehow Hades had been bound to a mortal body. One with inefficient eye sight no less.

“Dammit all to hell!” He yelled into the air.

As he did dark shadows encroached on the sidewalk. As he notice they dissipated, it seemed a mortal body couldn’t completely suppress the powers of a God.

“If Persephone has spiked my drink again I’ll...”

No that wasn’t possible, no matter how much distaste he felt for the girl he couldn’t blame her for everything. But then...what the hell is going on? Hades walked for a little bit, straight down the road he awoke on. Then, without really thinking about it he turned and wound up in front a school. Outside there was a plaque with the school’s name, below it the same name was written in the ancient Greek Alphabet. Along with his own name...and Apollo’s.

“Odd” he thought to himself. “A place of education.”

As he entered he came to a vast coliseum like structure. As he walked he found nine thrones, above one of them the name Hades was once again visible in ancient Greek. The throne was made of bones, much like his one in the underworld. He always found it quite distasteful, but that was the way his throne had always been. He sat on it, and for the first time his feet hurt a little.

“For the love of the titans, how do mortals cope?”

He turned and saw another man on another throne, presumably made of some precious stone. He wore green and had black slicked back hair. He eyed the man up and down.

“You there, who are you? Are you in charge here?”

Loki opened his eyes to slits as he heard someone come into the arena, He raised his head from his hand and frowned as he looked him up and down, he seemed quite normal looking, spectacled eyes, long dark brown hair, and wearing odd attire, though he supposed it might be mortal fashion. When the man asked him if he was in charge Loki smirked a bit, “And if I was in charge? What would you do?” he asked him. His eyes glinted a bit chaotically. “Would you flee? Attack? Or surrender?” he asked him pausing a bit after each option before he shrugged. “Or would you do nary a thing about it?” he asked him. He gave the man another look over. “You are no judge, else I would have recognized you… no Aesir either…” he muttered hiding his confusion, “Well than speak, what are you?” he asked him a bit harshly as he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. He really didn’t care for this man’s name, figuring that he would be soon sent back for his punishment or he would die… Asgard forbidden the thought of himself being killed. But that was a possibility. After all he had seen, and played a hand in, a god’s death.

Loki heard a door to this room open and sighed, what is the point of this place being magically concealed if anyone can enter… But then he felt it… Thor was here. He leapt out of his throne and sneered at him. “YOU!” he bellowed. When Thor asked him what did he do, Loki snarled at him. “What did I do? The better question dear Odinson is why am I here! For I am guiltless of this! I have been a little… tied up if you remember correctly. Though, I must admit it is grand to be out of that cave and not have venom dripping out of a snakes mouth… much like yours.” he hissed at him angrily as he brought his staff as if to smite Thor from where he stood.

For the moment the other man was all but forgotten in Lokis’ eyes, his rage towards Thor consuming him like fire, appropriate for that is what he represented.

Thor stood right back up as Loki spoke, very plainly arguing that he had no hand in what was going on. He tightened his grip on Mjolnir as the Trickster brought up his staff, then paused, looking extremely confused. "Wait... If you didn't bring me here.... How would you have gotten here anyway?!" He bellowed to Loki, but at the same time no one in particular. "I had that very thought just as I landed here. It would have had to've been you, how could it have been that you escaped?" He raised one arm in a shrug, still holding a tight grip on Mjolnir. He watched Loki's eyes, the deep, flickering hatred in them exactly like the flames associated with him. Thunder rolled dangerously over head as he spoke, keeping his eyes on the god of Mischief.

Almost as quick as his anger was there, though, it was replaced by something else; an overwhelming curiosity. How did he get out?! Who brought us here, if he doesn't have a hand in it?!?! Nothing was making any sense; He pulled the practice blade to his side, and sighed. "We won't get anywhere trying to smash each others' heads in..." he grumbled, sitting in his chair again, though not letting Loki from his sight. "Whoever brought us here, they want us both here. Why? Who knows? I thought it was you, but thats plainly not the case if you're just as furious at being here as I am. Put that thing away; its pretty obvious we'll be here a while. Plenty of time to try and kill me later...."

He glanced at the other one, the one sitting on the bones. "Who's this guy?" He asked, still not removing his gaze from the Trickster, "I've never seen him before...."

Ganesh wasn't happy. All he had done was play a harmful harmless prank on one of the lesser gods, the God of Void. But noooo, it's a big crime to fool someone into eating worms. So he was punished. That was the only reason he could up with to explain why he on earth, most likely, and importantly why he had a human face. He touched his face one more time to make it human.

Ganesh looked around. He was somewhere; certainly not his hometown or his homecountry even. The grass around him was soft and it all looked pretty. His own home was just ice and mountains; his country was a mixture of everything. But never had he seen such properly maintained grass before. Was he really on Earth?

Ganesh walked on the road wondering were he should be going. He was distracted by the grass and the scenery to truly think about which direction was correct. If he had been brought here for some punishment, the punisher would surely have thought of making sure Ganesh reached where he had to reach. Ganesh stopped for a second. Should he go the other way? In the end it did not matter.

He reached a building. It wasn't as beautiful as his own home, which was a pristine white snow covered mountain. But then again, the builders where mere mortals. They did not have world changing powers. Not constructive world changing powers, in any case. It was a institution of learning, a college. Higher learning.

Ganesh felt sad for humans. They only lived for so long, yet they spent so much time in these institutions. How much are you going to study? What is point of learning so much when you forget living? You may die educated, but you have wasted a precious thing. Ganesh shook off his feelings and went inside.

It was empty. As he walked through the corridors he looked at architecture. It was nice, to say the least. Then he reached a room. It was a large enough room. It had ten chairs. Three men were already present, two of them not on friendly terms it seemed. He hadn't met anyone till now and these did not seem human. Looked yes, but did not feel.

He looked around. Smooth stone and round room. Ten chairs. On a chair made of bones sat a pale brown haired kid. He wore white and blue. On a chair made of a material Ganesh did not recognize sat a man, black haired and white skinned, whose arrogance irritated Ganesh. His enemy of sorts looked quite like him. When Ganesh had entered this man was standing so he did not know what chair was his. Ganesh just assumed each chair was custom built because there was one he did want to sit on.

It was red in color and looked like a lotus. Ganesh sat down, sighed and said to the man who held a scepter, "Instead of fighting, you should wonder why you and the others are here."

Hades stretched out on his throne and placed one leg over the arm of the chair as he listened to Loki taunting him. He didn’t pay much attention, he was obviously trying provoke Hades and he didn’t care much for that. Once Loki stopped talking Hades went to reply but then another man entered, waving some kind of practice sword around and seemed to be furious with strange man Hades had previously addressed. Hades carried on watching, it was strange, they spoke as if they, themselves, were Olympians. Things were getting stranger, eventually another man entered who had his own elaborate throne, whoever created this place was well prepared. Hades kept himself quiet, these were strange mortals.
As he sat he heard some shouting from the hallway below. Another? Female by the sounds of it, she sounded confused. What was with this? Were these people truly mortals? They had obnoxious arrogance that only came with being a God. But he recognized none of them. He had seen Apollo’s name outside...

“I wonder when my dear nephew will show...”

He turned attention back to the crying voice

“We’re in here! Come in, we could use some more crazy!”

Hades yelled back before chuckling to himself. He sat back in his throne and yawned before turning back to the squabbling children.

“You two certainly are strange little creatures.”

Loki kept his hand on his staff as he heard the thunder crash above them. “…I do not know how I came to be on Midgard, or Earth…whatever it may be called. I was where I usually am and then I came to be near this building of learning.” He told him. He smirked at Thor, “Odinson if I brought you here I would not have given you the pleasure of having both your power and your weapon… and yes I can tell what that stick is. T’would be one or the other not both, of course I’d be limited as well, being as this was in the treasury when I was imprisoned.” He commented. He sat back down in his chair his staff still close by his side. “I am furious to see my captor here…but I agree with you that we should not try to smash our heads in…for now.” He remarked. He smirked at Thor as he made his staff turn into a scepter and made it seem like it vanish, “I won’t need that to kill you, Odinson.” He remarked. He then remembered about the other one in the room.

“A fair question, it seems for once you are using your brain and not your brawn! I am almost impressed.” He mocked Thor. “I do not know him, he is not an Aesir else we would have recognized him. But I feel he is not mortal, else he would not have been able to enter this room. I do not know what he is nor who he is.” He remarked ignoring the brown haired mans’ jibes, he knew he needed to calm down… but the lighting didn’t help that, he hated thunder and lightning… “I was conversing with him afore you threw open the door announcing your presence in your usual brutish manners. There is a thing called subtly…” he jibe at him before turning to the other.

“Well then, speak your name and what you are.” He calmly told him. He turned to the new man and now new women, “I am curious about that as well, though I have a feeling of who it may have been. Not for you three, for I do not know nor assume to know much about you, only hints.” He commented with a shrug, he could tell he wasn’t liked by this one, but then again Loki wasn’t known for friends, he wasn’t the most pleasant person. Even among his own kind there wasn’t many that he counted as brethren. “Thor was at one point…As well as Odin…” he thought to himself as he rested his head on back of his hand. He quickly wiped that thought away.

Loki actually chuckled warmly at Thors’ remark, “I was lost in thought actually… I was wondering if there was a clue in this room… But yes, I should introduce myself. I am Loki. Son of the Giantess Laufey…” he rolled his shoulders slightly feeling them to be a bit stiff. “Being tied up has left me a bit stiff Odinson, I assume when we get back to Asgard I won’t be able to ask for my binds to be a little less tight?” he asked him already knowing he answer to be no. “As for our rules not applying here… tis seems some do. How else would your lightning be able to obey you? Try releasing Mjollnir see if you can summon it to you… Don’t worry I won’t steal it.” He told him. He glanced around the room taking in each and every detail. “Before you do so Thor, a question to you all, perhaps one that may answer some of my suspicions… Does the structure of the Arena mean anything special to you? Or not necessarily you, but where you come from?” he asked them, his eyes taking in everything he could.

"Dammit...!" Erebus groaned in pain, clinging his chest in agony. He panted desperately and coughed up dark black blood. "How could this happen...!?" He fell to the ground, his vision blurred as he collapsed in anguish. Only once before had he felt this weak, and he never truly recovered from that day. Erebus was a primordial greek god, the crafters of the universe and rulers before the Titans. His power was as vast as the darkness of the night sky, all of darkness, every shadow was at his command and control. But right then, he felt something he had not experienced in millennia, pain. 

Erebus crawled to a wall to a building in this alley, he moaned weakly, coughing up more and more of his black blood. Erebus was a common visitor of the mortal realm. He would drink, womanize, do drugs, kill random people, experience all the 'luxuries'  and 'pleasures' of the mortals, but it was different now, this time he was not in control.  "To me my Shadow..." Across the alley floor, climbing the walls of the two buildings beside, dark shadowy figures swarmed to Erebus. They combined together into one single dark entity. 



Erebus snarled in such pain his teeth nearly bled, he threw his back against the wall in one quick twist. He stared at the wicked silhouette of his shadow, standing obediently against the parallel wall.  Blood slowly trickled down Erebus's chin. 

"What is the meaning of this...? Have I been poisoned again...?" Erebus growled in anger and pain, remembering the night of his wife's murder. An unknown assailant had poisoned the wines of Erebus and his wife Nyx, the night. This poison burned away their immortality, leaving them vulnerable and weak. The poison took such a tole on Nyx that her mind was destroyed. This pain was similar to before, but weaker, not as concentrated as the poison was once before.  

"Shadow..." Erebus had prepared something in case he was poisoned again. He had hidden fragments of his existence within his shadow, making his shadow alive and his last resort. His shadow's figure stretched slowly until it was touching him. Erebus gasped out as he felt himself slowly siphoning some of his existence from his shadow, enough to ease the pain of mortality. 

"αιώνιο σκοτάδι, καθρέφτη στη σκιά, δείξε μου, όπου η σκιά της αλήθειας στηρίζεται" Erebus enchanted slowly to his shadow. (eternal darkness, shadowed mirror, show me where the shadow of truth rests) The darkness of his shadow began to swirl and ripple until it looked like a mirror of obsidian. Inside the mirror showed a round room, with ten chairs. Within the room were deities. Like him, weakened in their immortality. Today, these were his siblings in calamity. 

"ας σκιές μας αναμίξετε" (let our shades mix) Erebus began to sink into his shadow like quick sand, raising from a new shadow within the round room along with his 'siblings'. He slowly forced himself to his feet, his shadow then carried him to an obsidian chair with the name 'Έρεβος', his name. "Siblings..."

Loki blinked at the man who just appeared out of shadows and smirked a bit, "I was getting a bit tired of people just opening doors in here..." he remarked with a chuckle. He blinked, "Ahhh... so you have the same feeling as I do about who everyone is...rather what everyone is..." he commented as the another door appeared and opened. He looked at the other one who entered, looking him over "tan skin, tall, sturdy build, Blond hair... of course. What in Helhiem is that around his eye?" he thought to himself. He shook his thoughts away as he watched the man look around at the others, "interesting.. unlike most he seems to be taking everyone in..." he thought to himself. When the man looked at him he only offered a faint smirk. "Seems more are coming..." he muttered softly. When the man spoke he shrugged, "I have no clue...though there may be clues here..." he told them as he stood up and started to carefully look at the wall behind him. He blinked as he saw a familiar marking. "Well, well..." he muttered to himself as he placed his hand on the wall and felt around it. "Seems. One of my hunches may have been right..." he stated as he closed his eyes and green flames wrapped around a the brick as the flame formed the Norse rune for his name. He watched as the brick vanished. He looked inside and pulled out a wooden box, made out of pine. He blinked as he saw the Yggdrasil mark on it. He flipped opened the lid using a slight bit of his magic to do so and found inside it.

A key.

He blinked as he picked up the key on a slim chain... it did not seem to be made of Earthly metal. "Tis seems they mean us to have a place to board..." he muttered as he picked up another scroll, "I am getting sick of these..." he muttered as he cracked the seal and read it with a groan. Loki Laufeyjarson, you and Thor are sharing a room in the Norse Dorm, you have the dorm all to yourselves, but do not try anything to foolish, for we have eyes everywhere. He looked at Thor. "Why is it always you?" he stated more to himself. He shook his head and decided he should leave the room... he was hungry. "I suggest everyone try to find their keys." he muttered. "Tis seems we a boarding with others... You can guess who I am boarding with..." he muttered.

As he was leaving he saw something glittering on one of the chairs above them in the stadium that started to actually come towards them, mainly towards Thor. “Thor! Look out!” he cried out, a fear in his heart for him… an odd and unwelcome occurrence, as he quickly drew on his fire and concentrated it to be as thin as a needle as he hit it out of the way. The object appeared to be a fragment of some unearthly metal.

Erebus breathed out weakly, exhausted and irritated to think that his immortality had been weakened to stay at this mortal institution. What more, when he heard Loki and Thor were to lodge together in a dorm of the Norse, he gritted his teeth in anger. As he had sat there, he had noticed his great-nephew Hades (one of the few Gods of Olympus he could stand) and a throne set aside for his least favorite great-great-nephew, Apollo. Erebus may have not interacted with his nephews but from his visits to Earth, he was constantly reminded of his Olympic family. The terrible bright lights, the endless crowds of people, and all of the NOISE. 

Erebus like many of the other primordial gods existed unhindered and free to act as long as it did not go against the 'rulers'. Most of the primordial gods and goddess were the embodiments of the universe, avatars of existence. Erebus was the 'avatar' of darkness, so his freedom was uncontested, but if he was to go against the current rulers, he would risk being imprisioned to his embodiment. His sister Gaia, the 'avatar' of the Earth and mother of the titans, was imprisoned to her embodiment, trapping her within herself, in a form of stasis. Erebus believed his sister to be a fool but it was truly the fault of the Olympians, after all they were her grandchildren. Erebus had no attachment to existing freely really, he still lived in constant agony and anger, but if he was imprisioned he would truly be alone. While Erebus likes to be left alone and have alone time, he did not like the idea of being forced alone. It would be like the murder of his wife all again.,

Erebus closed his eyes, focusing upon the key he was suppose to find to try and ease the rage and anguish from his thoughts family. He began to think, "A key for the Greek dorm. A key..." Suddenly his eyes busted open and spoke softly to himself. "The Greek Key."

The Greek Key, also known as the Greek Fret or Greek Line, is a decorative border constructed from a continuous line, shaped into a repeated motif. It is also known as a 'meander' or 'meandros' from the Greek God of the winding river, Maíandros.
 

Erebus spoke softly "Shadow, find the meandros." Erebus's shadow faded into the room around them, melding with the other shadows. It was but a few moments later, when Erebus's shadow reformed three dimensionally beside him. Like a shadowy specter it did not speak but simply raised its left arm, pointing a dark smokey like finger. Erebus rose from his chair, calmly and slowly walking for where his Shadow had gestured. 

Against the wall, down on the floor was a solid stone base molding, that circled the room. It had no designs on it, except for one small square with the Greek Key engraved in it. Erebus reached down to the design, casting a shadow over it. The moment his hand touched the shadow on the base molding, his hand passed through the shadow and inside the wall. 

Erebus slowly pulled away from the wall, a key and scroll in hand, thinking to himself. "The sooner to begin, the sooner to finish."

Loki looked about as stunned as Thor. “why in Asgard did I just save him! Twas a foolish thing to do! That shard of metal could have killed him for me…” he thought to himself before shaking his head. “than again that is no fun. T’would have served the purpose I have wanted to happen to him, but it wouldn’t have been me who did it. Yes that probably is it… it would not have been me who did the deed…” he thought to himself, denying the fact that it was because he had actually worried about the boorish oaf.
He blinked out of his train of thought, “Hmmm? Oh yes of course…” he muttered softly, “But then I shall be finding the dining hall… I have not eaten in ages…” he muttered as he went to the wall he came from. “Shall I meet you in the room of candles, or shall we both go out this way Thor? Or out your door?” he asked him, his voice sounding a bit out of it. He rubbed his head behind his pointer finger and thumb. “Oh, a warning to the others, I would suggest not checking that shard of metal, I do not recognize it… and it could be harmful to us. Until we find out more of what it is we should be wary.” He commented almost as a passing thought. “I hope there is mead… or some alcohol.”

Other than the fact that these "immortals" were in the same boat as he was in, Erebus did not care at all about anyone in the room. They were loud and flamboyant, so many bright colors and ridiculous outfits, it gave him a head ache to even think that these were meant to be gods.

On his travels through the world, he had heard of the dieties of other lands, but believed them only to be the bastardized versions of Greek by ignorant mortals. It was almost insulting to think that these Peacocks of Gods were worshiped at all. Erebus had on a three piece all black pinstripe suit, with a black shirt, tie and wingtip shoes. His suit was covered in dirt and his blood. With a light adjustment of his tie, suddenly the suit began become clean and pristine, as if it was just tailored to his body. Erebus had made a suit of shadows that fit to his body perfectly, could change styles and appearances, and become a form of defense or even escape by using the shadows.

Suddenly something caught Erebus's attention and shook him from his thoughts of distain, the mention of alcohol. Erebus quickly turned to face Loki, he was about to call out to him, but hesitated when he didn't recall (more he didn't bother to remember) his name. "Asgardian! Hold!"

Erebus walked back over to his shadow, which still stood as a three dimensional shadow spectre next to his chair, and threw his key and scroll into it's chest. The items vanished into the darkness, then as if the spectre had turned into black water, it splashed down to the floor, becoming two dimensional once more. Erebus walked toward Loki with a lack of expression but with a very determined step.

"You spoke of liquor?" Erebus said as a smile slowly creeped across his face.

Loki blinked as he heard one call out to them, and stopped a sigh on his lips. “I spoke of alcohol yes. Though I would settle for a goblet of water I have been without drink for ages…” he muttered softly. He wasn’t too shocked that this man called them Asgardians, after all he had mentioned Asgard. Though he did want to know what he was, “But I appear to be at a slight disadvantage. You see, you know what we are but I do not have the same pleasure…” he told him as he shrugged a bit.

“Then again I have not been to Midgard in ages… and when I have I was soon brought back to my realm… and then I was bound for centuries.” He thought drolly. “But those are old tales…” he thought as he waved that thought away with his hand. He looked at the attire Thor and this other man had on with a frown, his outfit was out of place.

“I wish that whomever had transported me here had the decency to cloth me in the attire of this time in Midgard…” he thought to himself with a sigh. “it will have to do for now, after I have had sustenance I can use my magic to change my appearance of clothing, or I pray that they have tailors or clothes shops here…” he thought to himself, he really hoped they had a shop… he did not want to use his magic on something so small as clothing that was suited for this time period, he’d rather wear what he had on now instead of wasting magic he may need later.

Erebus chuckled with a cold low tone. His chuckle felt dark and cruel, as if he didn't naturally laugh, at least not like everyone else. Erebus' sick, sadistic humor corrupted his laugh, that even non-malevolent laughter felt wicked and black. While he did not understand these strange gods, at least for the time being, he would gladly take them over his family. For if these deities were to turn against him, at least nothing they could do truly hurt him. Yes, they may cause pain, but nothing could harm him like his family's betrayals. And besides, it had been a while since he had some alcohol, he could "trust" these odd deities if it got him some.

However, Erebus understood that if he was seen as a threat, trust would be an irrelevant emotion, and who knew, perhaps one of these deities could help him return to his full power and leave this peculiar place. So, Erebus figuratively extended the olive branch of peace, while keeping his blade at the ready.

"I am a child of the void; I am the darkness and shadows; I am keeper of the deepest hole in hell; I am husband of the night; sire of the atmosphere and day, the nymphs of evening and the seamstresses of fate, love and favor, guile and fraud, sleep and dreams, misery and lament, fear and envy, fate and toil, old age and stubbornness, discord and chaos, insolence and restraint, revenge and mercy, friendship and merriment, mockery and kindness, gentle and violent death, the waters of hell and my shadow;  I am Erebus." 

While the introduction was in many senses very old fashioned, Erebus did not know any other way to explain nor know to try and explain it differently. Erebus was born forth of the empty void of space, Khaos, mother of the universe. He was the embodiment of darkness and shadows. He controlled his brother Tartarus, the hell of hell, as if it was himself. His wife, Nyx was the embodiment of night and together they gave birth to Aether, embodiment of the atmosphere, and Hamera, the embodiment of day...((go to the link on the bottom))

"Now, Ας πίνουν μέχρις ότου ο ουρανός είναι κάτω από τη γη." Erebus chuckled coldly. (let us drink until the sky is beneath the earth) He spoke again, knowing that not everyone spoke Greek.  "Let's go find something to drink."

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Lux looked up at the girl with a start, giving her a quick once over before relaxing a bit. "Well I haven't ran into anyone else but you yet." She tilted her head a bit looking at her "Is that a Greek tinge to your voice? I've always wanted to go." She laughed a her self, "sorry kinda rude I'm Lux." She sat her book down putting it next to her. "I've heard a group talking butjust the muffled sound of voices but I kinda just zoned them out for a while." She glanced at the door as a man walked in "Well it looks like we aren't the only ones after all." She arched a brow as the guy walked in carrying a wooden sword, before three other guys walked in with him. Lux picked her book back up expecting the other girl to get up and go talk to them instead.

(if i moved anyone that didn't want to be i will edit)

Adrasteia Nicolau could feel the girls eyes look her over, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, she didn't like the feeling of people looking at her. Butterball must have picked up on it, because he started to whine and paw at her legs. The androgynous woman gave the small fennec fox a small smile before looking back up at the women. “So I am the only other person you have met? Isn't this a college? So where is everyone else?” Adrasteia pondered out loud, this was all very strange. The greek woman snapped back into reality at the question of her heratige. “Yes, I am from Heraklion greece, thoug recently I have been living in Athens...It is a nice enough place...but there are too many bad memories there...” The woman said, sadness in her voice.

Adrasteia nodded polietely when she heard her companions name. “I am Adrasteia Nicolau, and this” The woman pointed down to the small furry creature by her side “is Butterball. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The woman said, but she didn't offer a hand to shake. She didn't really mean to be rude, but she also didn't seem to care if she was.

“So you heard the voices too? I tried to find them but it seemed that if I got closer the voices would move. I finally ended up here...I at first thought it was maybe you that was speaking but...I am sure the voice I heard was that of a male. And well, you don't sound like a male.” Andrasteia said with a shrug.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she quickly turned around. The sight she saw was surprising to say the least. It was a group of men, seeming to be lead by a red headed male. They were all attractive, but that wasn't really what had caught her eye.

It was how they were dressed
that caught her hazel eyes. The red head was dressed normally enough, but for some reason he was wielding a wooden sword in his hand, she wasn't really sure she wanted to know why...

Then there was a man with slicked back, and yet still looking wild, black hair. He was wearing a leather outfit of green and black and gold. It was just like he was begging to have all the attention on him. That he needed people to only see him...she couldn't understand that want, she would rather not have to many eyes on her. Either that or he had just come back from some sort of comic convention, though why he hadn't changed she didn't know.

And the last male she saw looked...well he looked like he was going to faint or die at any moment. He was grayish looking, and his eyes were just pools of black. She actually was a little worried about him, and wondered briefly if he was going to be ok. The man was wearing a black pin stripped suit and well, he dressed like a gangster, though she thought that even she would be able to take him on.

“Oh wow...what kind of school did I sign up for? I...I think I need a drink...”

Loki blinked as the man called Erebus introduced himself, “one of the void? Of Darkness and shadow… husband of night? He is not human… but the god of night is Hodur…Who is this man claiming to be?” he thought to himself, a theory was forming in his head slowly, but one that seemed to make sense. “is everyone here-” he started to think before a hard slap to the back brought him back, he stumbled forward from the blow and looked at Thor with slight annoyance before he sighed. “Yes, yes drink and food would be welcome, as well as books.. I need to do some research…” he muttered to himself.

When Thors’ laugh shook the sky Loki seemed a bit startled, if a little bit scared. “Control yourself Thor… We do not want a storm happening… I doubt there was one forecasted… in fact when I walked here the sky seemed clear.” He remarked as he followed Thor. He pushed on the door expecting it to open, when it did not he frowned as tried again, this time using slight magic, again it did not work. “well… Tis seems that you cannot open a door that is not yours…” he remarked with a shrug as he walked back to the wall he came from and once more used a small bit of power to write his name as he walked through the wall and was once more back into the room of candles. He looked around and found a heavy wooden door that he managed to push open. He was now out in the open a few buildings flanked him, one he immediately recognized as being Norse in style, “Must be the dorm.” He thought to himself as he smelled food in the air. With a grin he started walking towards it, catching a faint glimpse of Thor as well. “I am stuck with him…” he thought to himself, the idea seemed a bit appalling to him. He opened the door to the Feasting Hall and saw that a table bore the Yggdrasil tree, apparently that was where the Asgardians were supposed to dine.

He also spied two mortal women, or whom he assumed was mortal by their attire. He once again looked at the assigned table, “I am not sitting there…” he muttered as he walked to a small unmarked table and sat there. “sharing a room is one thing, but eating with him is quite another…” he thought to himself. He saw the food tray on the table and picked it up as he walked to the line of food and quickly pile bread, meat and cheese on it. He saw a machine with labels on it, “sprite, coke, Dr. Pepper? What is the meanings of these?” he thought to himself. He thought that some idiot spelled Spirit wrong and assumed that it was alcohol. With a shrug he took a cup and filled it up with the “Sprite” and heard it fizz making him frown, but then he saw the foam and assumed he was correct in his assumption. He brought it to the small table and placed his tray down as he began to eat, cutting his meat into small pieces as he ate silently. He took a sip of his drink and his eyes widen in surprise as he took another sip, “What madness is this? Tis fizzing…” he muttered to himself in utter shock.

Erebus sought no more interaction with these two very loud deities, at least until he had some alcohol in him, but until he found that he followed them out of the strange round room. Once outside, he scowled and cringed abruptly as they stepped into the sun light. He growled and cursed in Greek under his breath. Turning away from the bright light, he opened his suit coat and reached inside. From within the shadows his suit was made of shadows, he drew forth a matching fedora and a pair of thin, stylish sun glasses, both composed of shadows as well. While he did not care much for humanity, they had made stupendous steps in sun shielding apparel. Erebus layed the shades over his eyes, the hat onto his head and turned back to the outside.

Figuring that Loki, had some clue of where they were going, Erebus followed him and the large thundering Asgardian. Erebus tried to recall the name but almost instantly lost intrest and stopped caring. And the only reason he remembered Loki's name at all was the fact his ears were still ringing from the large oaf's loud voice.

As they stepped into the food hall, Erebus quickly seperated himself from the Asgardians. Since the dining hall was much more dimly lit than outside, Erebus let his shades sit down the bridge of his nose. He walked for the furtherest, most secluded table, in the far corner of the food hall. As he stepped, he could feel himself being watched. Erebus was used to blending into the shadows, out of attention and notice, regardless of where he went. So being watched felt unnerving and uncomfortable, however only one thing was on his mind at the time: liquor, and he would not be swayed from his mission.

Erebus reached his table and as he took his seat, with his back to the rest of the dining hall, the light bulb in the fixture above him flickered twice and then burnt out. "Aww...." Erebus exhaled deeply as if saying 'one problem down'. Erebus spoke slowly and softly as he cast his hand's shadow on the table. "χύσει το άδειο δοχείο." (pour out the empty bowl) With this incantation, Erebus could reach into his shadow and from it draw out anything from another shadow. However, in his weakened state, Erebus felt the connection with all shadows and darkness falter. He could not focus on every shadow, every silhouette, every form of darkness like he normally could. Erebus was starting to become enraged but before it settled in, he remembered a bottle of ancient wine he had hidden away. All he needed to do was focus on the shadow of the wine bottle, buried within the grave of a young roman woman he had met while in Italy millenniums earlier. He had visited her grave often and remembered its exact location. Every few centuries or so, since her death, he would exhume her grave and rebury her within a new coffin, along with the bottle of wine and a few other trinkets he kept hidden. 

"There you are..." Erebus whispered out darkly as he finally connected with the bottle within the darkness of the woman's coffin. He slowly reached inside his hand's shadow and drew forth the bottle. It was aged thousands of years, with a veil of dust encrusted into the glass after years, even the bottle looked like it was from far before the epoch of Anno Domini. 

Erebus had been saving this for over 2000 years, saving it for a day just like his, saving it for a truly s**ty day. The bottle had a bee wax cork and candle wax used to seal it, but neither of these lasted on the bottle longer than a second before Erebus had torn it away. 

Erebus gazed softly into the bottle, gentle remembrances of his past went through his mind. Erebus needed to stop them. He took the bottle to his lips and began to drank slowly, savoring every drop.