Amor Ourania's Story

"Know your place as I know mine," he demanded. Of course, after a glimpse of the beastly hammer and a look at Thor's eyes, Loki was able to recognize even such a drastically different appearance. Nevertheless, Loki refused to call Thor by name, and still pleaded innocence. Realistically, he could never have gone to such insane measures for a practical jo—ah, screw it, he'd definitely do it for the shits and giggles, and with any chance to speak he'd have manipulated someone into helping him escape from his hell with that snake... or at least take the snake away.

"How is the old fool, Odin?" he asked mockingly. Odin had the wisdom of the ancients to his name, so challenging him was a death wish to your mental health should he have given a damn. Thor himself couldn't have formed any harder of a scowl than he'd had already, so his anger over this was drowned out easily. It was only when Loki attended to the lady nearby that Thor's face had returned to a more stoic appearance as he tried to recompose himself. Loki quickly snapped out a question that, at least in these days to the humans, sounded sexist. With both of the gods almost reduced to the same status as a Midgardian, there must have been some risk to this.

Thor was almost pleasantly surprised, though, when the "wench" transformed Loki's magical scepter into nothing more than a cane. While the trickster could just turn it back without a problem, this was something Thor nearly... giggled, over. He managed to stifle it before it began once he realized that Mount Olympus is a location he'd never heard of.

"Miss... Aphrodite," he started, rather annoyed by his own voice, "we do not know of the land you mention, though it is clear you are no natural resident of Midgard. We hail from the realm of Asgard, home of the gods and honorable warriors slain through warfare as they prepare for their final battle in Ragnarök." The woman seemed confused by many of his words, but this didn't deter him from trying to reach an understanding, and hopefully a solution to their situation.



While a few of the gods had already reached their destination and taken to quarreling, one had taken time to enjoy himself and entertain, playing a trumpet and a sax around the city. Frequently, though, as soon as he'd finished his song, ladies (and some men) chased him out to other locations. Finally, when he thought he'd caught a break after four incidents to play again in safety (fifth time's the charm, right?)... (Right?)

"There he is!"

"Oh dear." And so, our hero is running from his adoring fans once more. "I am not interested in getting mauled today!"

Oh no, Loki's bragging about himself again. Unlike Loki, Thor had no intention of revealing his actual identity when it was highly unlikely none would recognize him. Just as well, he wouldn't have wanted anyone to recognize him as his cheeks started to turn red. Aphrodite had complimented and begun examining him from head to toe, getting dangerously close in the meantime, and while he had wanted to say, "Please refrain from making contact with me," he couldn't get the words out of his mouth as the woman teased his hair. It was almost unbearable, had Aphrodite not been quite a beauty herself.

Thor was able to take a breath when Aphrodite was interested in Loki's actions again, this time with them involving the latter finding a small box. Of course, while Aphrodite received her own, Thor was given no special box; rather, it was a note strung against Mjöllnir's shaft that had managed to get there while he was occupied.

Hello, Thor—or should I say, "Elysia", as that will be your name during your stay here as a semi-human. As much as it may displease you, you shall also take up residence in the women's dormitories, instead of the men's with your father's brother. I am expecting you to behave yourself in their company, as you will find a familiar face; she, however, will not recognize you, just as with Loki. For the sake of your dignity and the respect you have from others—knowing Loki already has none whatsoever—I recommend that you learn how to be a woman so you can keep it that way.

There was a signature near the bottom of the paper, yet it was too scribbled to read.

Why, he asked himself, do I feel as though I should have Freya's head for this foolishness?

He was snapped out of a near-trance for the second time today by Aphrodite, watching her awkwardly gesture to his anti-feminine posture and the oddity of a woman holding a battlehammer almost as tall as her.

Dejected, defeated and disheartened knowing it would be some time before finding a cure to this madness, Thor sighed out, "I... I suppose I have no alternative."



Having lost his wings, the handsome young man had to rely on his stamina, and it was wearing thin until he found solace in a building with only a few vehicles around it. He thought it must have had few people to match. Once the coast was clear, he slipped inside through a door that was left propped open, finding himself facing a small group of people and various pocket-sized animals in no time flat. One of the group was noticeably familiar, but that was because he was stone-cold drunk. It wasn't uncommon to see people like Dionysus on this planet.

Out of breath for the most part, he simply asked in an almost relieved tone, "The hell's goin' on here?"

Nyx grumbled as she walked down the hallway feeling horribly lost and confused, not that she would be one to ever admit that verbally. Turning around a corner she spotted a tall, and very handsome brown haired man, facing a white haired man, and a very 'average' mortal looking man. Oh and there is a long-haired woman, with a marking above her eyebrow... Always interesting...

"Well, well what have we here? Better to see a few stars in the night sky than none at all." She said with a frown and sigh.

"Excuse me boys!" She called to them waving her hand in the air. "May I join your group, as I have no idea what is going on, nor will anyone answer my calls."

Walking up to them, she pulled out her now crumpled list and looked at it again. "Can anyone tell me where I can retrieve a 'class schedule' and purchase the so called books I will need for these classes?" She asked them in an alluring voice while resting her hand on her hip.

Anthony blinked at the two newcomers. This little end of the hall was quickly becoming crowded- which was not something he overly enjoyed. And not only was it getting crowded, but half the people around him seemed confused. He'd thought he had been going to a pretty nice school, but from the looks of it, they were starting to let any old riffraff into the place. The other two guys had a strange air about them; and the one that had arrived most recently had the most annoyingly beautiful baby face. He looked like he should have been in a boy band or something. The woman that had arrived last seemed to not know what she was talking about. While positively gorgeous, she seemed a bit ditsy- the way she accented the words 'class schedule' as if she didn't even know what one was.

Anthony peered at all the new faces, a little smirk on his lips. "So… I take it none of you are from around here? And I, apparently have been assigned to show you around or something. Right awesome." He sighed as he pulled the pencil out from behind his ear and began to flip it through his fingers. "Well, kids," he said with a bit of a grin. "I'm Anthony. Welcome to school." He tilted his head a little, considering taking them outside so they could take a quicker route to the office building where everyone could get their schedules, but the thunder that cracked in the air and the sound of rain hitting the roof changed his mind. "C'mon, I'll show you around, if you want, and take you guys to get your schedules."

He turned and began to stride down the hallway, not bothering to look back to see if anyone was following him. They could all stand around with those dopey looks on their faces for the rest of the day if they wanted. But he had better things to do. Like get back to the dorm and see who he'd been roomed with. He prayed it wasn't baby face or the drunk guy. He'd probably kill them both if he was stuck around them for too long. As he walked, Anthony pointed out the different teaching sections for anyone who cared. He wasn't sure what classes they were taking or what their majors were, but he figured it couldn't help for them to have an idea of what was where. If anyone was even listening to him, that is.

Dionysus looked at the man, “Dude food would be killer now!” he remarked as he looked at the human that burst in. “Amor? Is zat you? Duudee! It has been ages! How ya doing!” he asked, he was not in fact drunk, he was acting like he usually did. He was pleasantly tipsy though, but he knew better than to call Eres by his true name here. He was the god of parties not stupidity. “Anyway where is the grub?” he asked him as he shifted his weight. “Could totally go for a burger. Oh and do ya have rom assignments or something Andy?” he had decided that Anthony would be called Andy for now, he was like that. Giving people nicknames when they may not want them.

Thor almost laughed when Dewi had attempted to make himself look intimidating. It was pathetic, trying to strike fear in the strongest of the gods, especially when he stumbled trying to adjust to his new body. Aphrodite showed mercy, however, helping the poor man up once he fell. Twice.

He couldn't help himself when Loki noted his hunger, joining as the latter left to make sure he stayed in sight. "You must be dying of starvation, missing the wonderful nourishment of the snake's venom." His tone changed soon after. "We should not be looking for food, but the cause of this dilemma." Even as humans themselves, Thor didn't believe the humans' food would fill them up well, and returning to his former glory was at the top of his priorities.

"Surely despite your imprisonment your snarky sarcasm hasn't deteriorated. When do you intend to start throwing jokes and insults or witty retorts, or devise a way out of this situation? Or is your mind really so fixated on the prospect of eating?"



"Amor", huh? That was a name he could get behind. Seeing that Dionysus recognized him relieved Eros' heart some. He wasn't going to be alone stuck on Earth, even if the only man who knows him is at minimum partially inebriated 24/7. At least he wasn't slurring as badly as he could be.

"Dio, how are you hungry? I could've sworn you ate a horse a few hours ago." That was literal, by the way.

So... this was a college. Well, if you can't get the hell off the planet, join 'em, right? Maybe he'll find a band to play with.

Dionysus smiled “Sure Andy er Anthony.” He commented, “Ah I will get the thing later. Cats need to be fed.” He remarked as he stroked the lion like one’s head, “isn’t that right Mufasa.” He cooed to it. He grinned at Amor, “I didn’t eat a horse, I ate a bunch of grapes and then some…huh don’t remember what.” He commented with a laugh. “Then woke up here in the middle of it. Oh Amor you remember my cat’s right?” he asked as the cats followed behind him and looked at Amor.

“Leopald, Tamara, Lyell and course Mufasa.” He said with a grin as he put his hands into his light purple hoodie. “Anywho, I haven’t seen ya in ages dude, how’ve ya been?” he asked him as he rested his hands behind his head. “Damn I miss my wreath…” he muttered under his breath.

When they arrived at the cafeteria he grinned. “Food! Course I am hungry, was the one that asked ya after all.” He remarked with a hearty laugh as he saw the old style mess hall, it looked like something from a camp outside, but is had all the modern human things. “Sooo where is the bar type do dad?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Oh school board!” he pointed to it as he walked over looking at the room assignments, thankfully there was a lot of languages on it. “Yo Andy! We are Roomies! Amor it looks like you are paired up with some dude named Lucky. Nope Loki. Loki… Hellano am I even gonna attempt to say that jargon for a last name!” he called out to Amor with a laugh. Again forgetting Anthony wanted to be called Anthony, not Andy.

Wondering if Dio didn't know what a school was for, he almost corrected the drunkard... until his own name was called out.

"Wait, I'm actually listed on that damn thing?" Eros joined Dionysus by the board, carrying Tamara in his arms and stroking the cat's head. Looking at the names and coming across the name Dio didn't feel like pronouncing, he tried it for himself. "'Loki... Laffyerassoffson'? What the hell kinda name is that?" Of course, his own wasn't any better comparing it with the various other names on the list. Everything sounded foreign.

"I coulda sworn he came in here; don't yell at me about it! We'll find him!"

"I'm not yelling — I'm demanding! You were the last one to see him!" That noise was unmistakable, giving Eros enough of a scare to actually drop Tamara and dive into the nearest empty trash can to hide.

"Don't tell anyone I was here," he requested. He wanted to keep his clothes and limbs intact.

"Excuse me!" the first girl started as a small group of them ran up to Anthony and Dionysus. Pulling out her cell phone, she flipped it open to her background — it was Amor, in the middle of playing his sax. "Have you seen this guy anywhere?" While she was trying her damned-near best to interrogate the guys, half of her crazed group went hysterical over Dio's kittens, picking them up and playing with them like little kids.

“Thou Mortal…”

Those words and the order that followed made Loki stop in his tracks, it was probably one of the worst things to call Loki, one who was not known for his…fondness of mortals, that and the fact this…thing had ordered him looking down upon him, something he had had more than enough of in Asgard. “I am sorry, but did you really just call me a…mortal?” he all but hissed out, as he slowly looked at him, his eyes full of fire. “I am no ‘mortal’. Nor am I one to be ordered about. I suggest you think next time.” He said in a whisper, though the way that whisper was said…well it was as icy as the winter in Jötunheimr. He looked at the woman, “And you act any better?” he asked her as he reached the cafeteria doors right as a bunch of girls busted through. He was a bit surprised that Thor had nothing to say about his remark, but he didn’t really care too much.

He clucked his tongue as he slipped through the door. “What in the nine realms is going on?” he muttered as he looked at the mess hall, it was a familiar sight in looks, in fact it remind him a bit of where he had his last feast. He looked at the people in the mess hall only a few he found that stuck out, the one with cats in the light purple jacket, the one hiding, and the one who had thrown something away. He shook his head; he only wanted to get something to sate his hunger and then go to the library in hopes of finding some clue.

Dionysus felt himself being shoved aside as Anthony and Amor looked at the list, Tamara the little tiger looking kitten, seemed quite happy in Amors’ arm, “not sure if that is how ya say it, but whatever.” He said with a laugh. He then heard a gaggle of girls bursting in and saw the fear on Amors’ face as he dropped Tamara, who gracefully landed on her feet with a little mew.

When the girls started picking up his cat and petting them to hard though, Dionysus looked…serious. “Hey who said ya could do that, ya are hurting them!” he scolded them as he whistled as the cats went to him. “They are living creatures, not toys! As for seeing that hot guy, no I have not seen him.” He remarked, Dionysus was not one to annoy, but he was holding back for now. “And do you even go to this college? Should I get security here for harassing the students and their pets?” he asked as he spied on man in a weird outfit slip in after the girls.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite eyed the two men, glaring at Loki when he asked if she was acting any better than he. In fact, she believed she had been quite friendly- at least to the others, considering her circumstances. Letting out a huff, she slipped away from the dragon-man. She continued on ahead, noticing some commotion or other going on. Loki was the first to make it into the cafeteria, but Aphrodite paused in the doorway, eyeing the gaggle of girls with distaste. But then, her eyes landed on Dionysus and she gasped, a wide grin spreading her lips.

"Dio!" she called out cheerfully, skipping forward. She was careful of the cats as she jumped at the man, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a kiss right on his mouth. They had been lovers once. But then, it was rare to find a god on Mount Olympus who hadn't been Aphrodite's lover at one time or another. "I am so happy to see a familiar face!"

She glanced back toward the crowd of girls and shot them all a death stare so strong, that even though the brunette was tiny in stature, the girls got the idea and quickly moved away. They hadn't found what they'd been looking for anyway. And that was when Aphrodite noticed the person hiding in the trash can. Her brown eyes widened and she hurried over.

"Ohh in the name of Zeus! What are you doing in there?" Aphrodite reached down to take Eros' hand to help him out. "Who did this to you, my love?!" She brushed him off, making a face as she tossed away a gooey napkin that had been stuck to his shoe. Then, she reached up to put her hands on either side of his face, looking adoringly at her son. "Look at you. Handsome as ever."

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Anthony

Anthony glanced back toward the newcomers, raising an eyebrow. Another weirdo strolled in, looking like he owned the place. Must be another foreigner. His eyes bobbed toward the short woman, giving her an appreciative once over. She apparently knew Dio and Amor, and from the looks of it, quite well. Anthony let out a sigh. Why did all the cute chicks have to be into the oddballs?

He went through the line and grabbed himself some lunch, then sat down at an empty table with a sigh. His eyes went back to the group at the doorway. Anthony had a feeling that this was going to be one long, long year.

Keeping his silence, Thor kept in mind to make sure Loki didn't do anything... well, stupider than usual. He did get quite a crack out of Loki being called a mortal, but Thor held his silence still, if not just so he didn't have to hear his own pathetically submissive voice no matter how much he wanted to laugh.

Aphrodite then didn't hesitate to tackle a man in a purple jacket and plant a kiss on him, only to call someone else her "love" and clean him up like a mother. This was confusing, by any stretch of Thor's understanding.



"I—" he started, only to get cut off when Aphrodite put her hands on his cheeks like she was about to pinch them. "I was hiding." It was all too easy to figure out what from by now. "Anyways, what are you doing here?" Then he looked at Dionysus. Did he really think they were actually supposed to be educated on Earth? Is he insane, or more inebriated than he was letting on?



Passing by various disappointed women on his way inside after having put his things in his room, Felice only recognized one person out of the entire group in the cafeteria, apart from the various students that otherwise totally ignored them. What was the guy's name again? Alan... Jeremy... Bob... no, it's definitely not Bob. He doesn't look like a Bob. ANTHONY! That's it! Wait; is it? Regardless of his name, Felice looked at all the others, and it actually felt weird, even for him. Grabbing his lunch and sitting at the opposite end of Anthony's table shortly after the latter sat down, he couldn't help but wonder if those new students were the cast of an upcoming TV drama.

I hate being on camera.

Dionysus blinked as he heard a familiar voice and turned to see Aphrodite, he had one fling with her, not really his fault, him being the youngest of the gods made him a wee bit vulnerable to her advances, but it ended there. His eyes widen as she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the lips, for once he looked a bit flustered, “Err nice to see you too?” he told her before gaining his stupid grin back, “Look Diate gotta say somethings now. No not happening again I don’t wanna get involved…again with you, wayyyy to risky, second I mainly play on the other court now.” He told her, “I mean I like both but yeah.” He told her with a smile as he put his hands in his pockets.

He watched as she hugged her son as he walked to the lunch line a grin on his face as he got his food and drink, though he got grape juice, it seems the bar was not located in the mess hall, ah well he could make his own. He hummed a song as he did so, as usual he appeared to not have a care in the world, which was the case for now. So far besides being dumped here, he didn’t seem to mind anything, no one had insulted him after all, or insulted him badly.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite giggled at Dionysus' confession to her. "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. I wasn't expecting that to happen again. Not that it was a bad experience or anything." She traced a finger down his nose and poked the tip of it. "I greet everyone with a kiss. Well… Everyone I like." She gave him a wink, then turned back to her beloved son.

"I don't know what I am doing here, my darling," Aphrodite said, releasing his face and taking a small step back. "One moment I was in another time, watching Aeneas, and the next I was thrown from the Mount and carried here." She leaned close to speak to him in confidence. "I have met some very strange people here. That one-" She pointed to Loki as he made his way through the lunch line. "-is very rude," she said with a pout. "But there are others here… others like us, apparently. But from different places. It is very strange."

She sighed and gave a shrug of her small shoulders. The woman glanced around the room, then spotted the room assignments that the men had been looking at minutes ago. She skipped over and read down the list. "Hm." She turned to the woman she had met back in the arena. They had considered being roommates, but she still hadn't told Aphrodite her name. "What's your name again? Come see, are we to be roommates?"

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Anthony

Anthony kept mostly to himself while he ate in silence. It was peaceful enough at his little corner of the table. Without all the strange people around. He looked up about halfway through his meal and recognized a face. He let out a sigh of relief. The one whose name he had recognized on the dorm sheet. When he caught Felice's eye, he gave a small smile and a wave. At least there'd be someone somewhat normal around.