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[craftpunk]

🜲 It's Woden. 🜲

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[vanto]

It is, but I'm no longer Sleipnir. Wanting to bow to you isn't me, no offence. You seem nice enough but I don't know who you are or anything about you beyond what Sleipnir does. That's not enough information to justify wanting this.

Yes, I've tried. Please, please, please let me see you. [deleted;]

Might be worth checking the other gods aren't damaged like this.

[craftpunk]

Well since you're the first one that's reached out, clearly it affected you the most.

Then again, I didn't turn the others into my steed. Nobody was made the ravens. Maybe the devotion was a bit too much of a touch, huh? I'll have to fine tune that for next time.

Have you...tried being around other people? What's it like?

[vanto]

Great.

[He's a little bitter to be alone with this problem while also being glad no one else is — feeling like this is problematic at best.]

Next time? Are you going to turn me again?

[More terror than want at this point.

Eli doesn't want to answer, but he will. Woden is asking it cannot be ignored.]

Being around other people is the same as always but. I mean it's fine, other people are fine. It's fine.

[craftpunk]

Well I CAN'T, if you want more.

But it may be something to consider if I finish these Valkyrie suits I've been working on. I don't want to deal with anything...illegal. Or unwanted.

Is it really fine? Truly?

[vanto]

I don't really want to be your horse, no. But I feel like I still am a thing - your thing. Maybe if I was Sleipnir again for a little while this would feel better and stop [deleted;]

[...]

I still enjoy the company of other people as usual, I don't like them less.


Where do you live, anyway?

[craftpunk]

In an undisclosed location.

Nowhere I want anyone to find, anyway. I value my privacy deeply, if you couldn't tell.

But good, I don't normally need a horse, you know. Although it was rather badass.

[vanto]

Sleipnir was pretty cool, I'll admit that. Freeing in a lot of ways.


[...]

What if I need to see you. Make an exception, please? I was yours.

[craftpunk]

[ The mere thought of someone in his home -- this house he'd purchased off market with a different name than his own...

To see the secrets and the lies, the layers upon layers that Woden had built up.

That leaves his hands shaking, and Woden does not respond for a while. ]

Not my place. Nobody is allowed there.
Not even my girlfriends.

If you need to see me, you can call for me. I'm not there most of the time anyway.

[vanto]

[Eli is scared that there will be no reply. He hates at being relieved when it does come even if it's disappointing.]

Call here and wait for your reply. Sleipnir would just know where to find you when he needed you, I cannot do the same.

[craftpunk]

I thought you didn't want to be a horse.
Or Sleipnir. Really.

I do have the luxury of privacy. I'm entitled to that, at least.

[ To Woden, he's entitled to many things. ]

[vanto]

I don't but it was a useful skill to have when I needed you or you needed me.

[And Eli clearly needs Woden. Or something. It's not okay.]

Do you just leave all your things lying around?

[craftpunk]

[ He does much worse. ]

Of course not. Are you saying that you're one of my things? I'm pretty sure there's something about owning people that's supposed to be morally wrong, yes?

[vanto]

[Yikes, Woden.]

Yes, it is wrong but that's not the point.



Am I?

[A thing belonging to a god; a toy, discarded among piles of other toys; Eli feels anxiety — Sleipnir's instincts of belonging to Odin. Devotion is in Eli's nature, it's so easy to become addicted to something when you have a propensity for it.]

[craftpunk]

I don't like the thought of owning another person.

That doesn't mean that I don't recognize that SLEIPNIR is mine, and you are Sleipnir now, at least there are some vestiges of that life. Don't worry, I don't discard people.

[ He'd never. ]

[vanto]

Common sense says not to trust you, Sleipnir trusts you implicitly. What am I to make of these contradictions?

I want to see you but I also don't - it's more like I need to.

[craftpunk]

What will my presence DO, do you think?
What will being around me do to satisfy you? Don't you think you'd get bored?

[vanto]

I have absolutely no idea. If it's psychological it shouldn't matter, right?

Listen, I don't think you're interesting or boring. I don't know you, I know that I'm your thing. Or, it feels like I am. In fact, there is someone I like to spend all my time with already, so this is really inconvenient.

[craftpunk]

Well, as much as I would delight in giving that person the occasional break...

We'll need to fix this, won't we?

[vanto]

Hey, we like being in each other's company.

Unless you want me trailing after you like a kicked lothcat[deleted;]


You're curious, aren't you?

[craftpunk]

Exceptionally.

I think it's fascinating that you're so...devoted. Not even my Valkyries are like that.

[vanto]

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What are they like?

[craftpunk]

They're mostly simpering imbeciles. They're normal people who want just the smallest taste of what real divinity can be like.

But I'm much worse than them, so we get along just fine.

[vanto]

So, you give it to them in exchange for service to you. Loyalty. Devotion. Obedience.

[Yikes. Eli feels this is a quagmire.]

What about me? Am I also that?

[Yes, he actually cares about Woden's opinion of him — Eli hates it.]

[craftpunk]

Well I don't consider you desperate for power, or desperate to become something that you're not.

So no, not really. They're...different. Desperate. We only come once a century, it's unsurprising that many people would want in on it, even in their own way.

[vanto]

Just desperate for your company. Great.

Seems like godhood is a messy business, once a century you get to be among people and just do as you like?