[it does both; there's a tearing noise and the poles of the tent woggle out of the ground and a teenage boy yelps like a startled puppy, somewhere in all the chaos/beneath Odin's knees. apparently he is home!]
Fuck -- what the fuck -- !
[and Jack comes ripping up through the tent in a part that wasn't already torn, glowing and slashing in every direction]
Who goes there, fiend! Haha, wouldn't it be hilarious if I talked like that, senor? Oh hey! Who do we have here?
[oops forget defending his lord I guess (he knows Odin it's actuall chill), Jack is all up Ons that special sword]
Hey, baby, were you forged in the fires of Muspelheim? 'Cuz you're hot, hot, hot!
Shoulda answered ya phone, ya piece a-- oh, hey, Jack!
[ Odin goes starry eyed as ever, clutching his own sword to his chest and just staring at Jack with the kind of overwhelming admiration he always has when he's around him. ]
You know, I haven't named him or her or them just yet. I have a big notebook full of ideas, but-- look at him or her or them. I can't just pick the first name that jumps out at me. When I was naming Lady Camilla's armor for her, I came up with 120 names, and it was just armor. This is-- I mean. Look at him or her or them. Jack. Look.
[ he gets down on one knee, holding his rainbow sword delicately across both of his upturned hands. just straight up not even acknowledging magnus anymore. ]
[ Odin's heart only has to beat once in the time it takes for three full thoughts to materialize in his head. one: his sword's a girl. of course she is. she's beautiful. two: she's in love with jack. of course she is. he's so handsome. three: he has the perfect voice for her. odin pulls his comm from his pocket, surreptitiously googles something, memorizes what it says and then goes back to holding his sword in place.
and then it starts. odin goes full fuckin force on his charm magic, making her leave a trail of that same purple and blue rainbow in her wake as he cuts her through the air. the wind seems to sparkle in cyan and lavender, like little stars are blooming before their eyes when she speaks. ]
Tes yeux, j’en rêve jour et nuit! Your eyes, Jacques - I... I dream of them, day and night!
[ Odin waves his sword (who is french?) slowly back towards himself, then makes her coquettishly reach out towards Jack before shyly pulling back. odin gasps, ignoring magnus, patting his girl on her hilt affectionately. encouragingly. ]
[gobsmacked at this telenovela bullshit, finally, Magnus stands up (only stumbling once on the remains of his home), and holds out a hand. Jack comes wheeling back into it, smacking with a solid sound against his palm]
I'm gonna cut her in half.
No! My love, my heart! Well, alright. All's fair in love in war! Seeya, chica, wouldn't wanna be ya!
[ Odin feels more betrayed by Jack than by Magnus. To think a legendary sword would turn against him... he holds his sword to his chest again and looks genuinely kind of hurt. ]
[Jack has One Master at a time, Odin; it's a whole, stupid, epic thing, that ends with his dad getting murdered. good times]
You cut my house in half! -- You both did!
Hey, now.
Saying "hey now" isn't actually disagreeing with me, which you can't, because you did!
I was freeing you?
From my house!
Tetchy, techy...
[Magnus huffs, returning Jack to a pendant. no swords will be cut today, but he squares his palms on his hips]
Why did you jump on my tent swinging a sword? You know like, just because I can resurrect from the dead, doesn't mean I like getting stabbed? I'm a kebab lover, but not that way.
[ he still looks hurt, but only for about three seconds. magnus is cute. ]
That was really funny. I like when you get all sarcastic and witty and clever and stuff. Hehe.
[ he sheathes his sweet wife-sword, not so much a display of surrender as just a display of You Better Be Willing To Cut Off My Leg If You Cut My Sword You Piece Of Shit, even though given that magnus is dating alex of all people odin sort of suspects that limb-severing might not be as off the table to the kid as it would be to anyone else. ]
I needed to get your attention. I succeeded, and I also got to introduce Jack to his new girlfriend. His beautiful new girlfriend. Who he loves. I can't believe you turned him against her? Honestly. Some things just aren't cool, Magnus Chase.
[sadly, Magnus flushes when he gets worked up. it does not make him look intimidating. it makes him look like he's running a light-grade fever. that's what's happening now, his shoulders and elbows all arched, hair mussed from the tent]
[maybe in another hundred years he'll perfect the art of actually looking intimidating]
Wow. I wonder what other things aren't cool. Maybe, just thinking off the top of my head, jumping on somebody's tent while they're in it? Dude, what? What. What do you want? To go to the tent store?
[ if Magnus looked intimidating, Odin would've been worse. Shouting badass things about challenges and dragons or something so as to see his cool little brother look even angrier and more intense and wicked-cool. as it is, with magnus looking kinda flustered and messy, odin laughs, once, then realizes he's genuinely pretty pissed and sorta awkwardly bows down. ]
I can buy you a new tent. [ he pauses. ] No I can't? I spent all my money on-- it doesn't matter. It wasn't tennis balls, this time, though.
I just wanted to dishevel it. I didn't think I'd kill it. You were freaking me out! I told a bad joke and you apologized to me all seriously and then I kept trying to call you and you wouldn't answer me. It-- it was scary.
[Magnus seems to hold onto that irritation for another few beats, and then -- lets it go, shoulders slumping as Odin bows. he continues to Let It Go as Odin makes damn sure Magnus, who has been spending money on shit for their move, knows he is Also broke]
I don't -- what were we talking about? [it's been years since he was sitting in his cozy tent, texting his closest pals about making a home and flirting with Alex on the network. he's lived many lives since that moment] You freaked out because I apologised about something?
[if he sounds a little incredulous, it's because he is... he turns, going to start cleaning up the mess of the tent, fixing the poles first so he can see the damage]
If I messed up I messed up. Are you weird about being apologised to?
I made a joke and it was just a joke but you took it seriously and you didn't need to take it seriously because there was nothing to take seriously. I'm not weird about being apologized to when I need the apology but I don't need the apology and you need the apology so I'm here to put us both in our places using calm and level-headed logic.
[ he takes his sword out and holds it up to Magnus. ]
Accept that I love you and that you've done nothing wrong and that I've done something wrong or I won't let you leave here in one piece!
[Magnus stares down at the sword, stares back at Odin. then he turns to the mess of his tent, searching through sheaths of ripped fabric to -- find his phone. he opens it, scrolls for a few moments, letting Odin's Challenge hang anti-climatically in the air while cute boop beep sounds come from his phone]
[after a moment, he sticks the phone back in his hoodie pocket, goes back to fixing his tent and surveying the damage]
Yeah, I genuinely thought you were talking about a grudge match. Like with your wrestling character -- what's his name again? The Big Cock?
[there's a 99.9% chance Magnus knows it's not The Big Cock]
-- You didn't need to feel weird about, uh, your... magic carpet ride.
[he's flush again, and this time it's not because he wants to give Odin a wedgie. this is why he hung up instead of calling back but here we are!]
I felt weird about you apologizing to me! Specifically! In this instance! I felt weird about you saying sorry to me! Because I called you out on being involved in my personal life and you took it all real! Which you shouldn't have! Because I MESSED UP. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Magnus.
Magnus.
[ he steps forward, raising his arms, but then just stops dead in his tracs. this is normally where he would dive on Magnus for a hug, but he just stops and grips his sword instead. he's been getting the impression that Magnus is a private dude, finally, somehow, somehow he's gotten that impression, finally, somehow, somehow, finally, and the last thing he wants to do is make him uncomfortable by hugging him without permission. ... especially as he's already making him uncomfortable about something else. ]
I'm gonna hug the air and you can pretend that I'm hugging you, okay? Unless you don't want to do that. Then you can pretend I'm hugging a cool celebrity who wants me to be their best friend.
[ he hugs the air. ]
My wrestling character is in fact called The Big Cock.
[and the gesture -- the air hug -- hits abruptly home in a way that surprises him. that's what he and Sam do, back in Valhalla, back in Boston. holding torn tarp in his hand, fingers pressing at the threads, Magnus bites his bottom lip for a moment, looking vaguely caught]
[Magnus and Sam do air hugs because of Sam's boundaries with touch, but it incidentally works out for Magnus, to have a best friend who doesn't expect touch from him as a matter of course. Odin touches everyone, and the fact that he isn't right now -- says a lot. it also makes Magnus think, it's not all about his own boundaries]
[this is probably not the desired result, but Magnus tends towards emotional honesty when he can muster it over his walls;]
...Sorry I keep think you getting personal isn't okay. That's kind of weird of me? And me pushing my stuff on you, I think. [pause] This isn't an apology for an apology, I promise. I just mean, I should have gotten the joke, because you're you. You wouldn't mind if I did ask a personal question, 'cuz you're an open guy, like that. I like that about you.
[a pause]
Thanks for the air hug. You didn't mess up. Aside from you fucking up our tent, which by the way, is going to result in Alex coming for you like a heat-seeking missile.
[ odin is thrown by the sudden shift in the air, and he nervously lowers his hands again, staring at Magnus like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to, like, hit Odin, or tell him "anyway, even though i like you, it's time to back off and stop hanging out with me all the time, because it's weird", or something. When that doesn't come, he just tilts his head, sorta just... confused by the apology. ]
No, it's-- first, I'm sorry for overreacting. Again. In this specific instance, but also in all of the other ones? The other instances. The other over-reacty instances. The ones that have happened literally every time we've interacted, ever, as people. As human beings.
[ he nods. yeah. nailed it. ]
Second - I just want to do right by you. Your boundaries are important to me, as is "your stuff", whatever that might be. It's okay to tell me if I'm being too personal, or if whatever I'm doing isn't okay, I'm just-- clumsy? I need help finding the right footing, sometimes, and I panic and throw stupid tantrums when I'm worried or scared of something, and if I'm not specifically told something like "hey, Odin, maybe don't swing your sword in the air and ruin my house" I'll end up doing exactly that. Because I don't have any common sense, really? But I-- I hope I've been improving. In how to deal with you. I hope I'm becoming a better friend. Despite all the-- um. The-- Alex-provoking tent ruination. And the too much talking? Yeah.
[Magnus listens with a fairly neutral expression, and nods, and eventually;]
Hey, Odin, maybe don't swing your sword in the air and ruin my house.
[looks at his tent]
Ah. Hm.
[his mouth quirks in a small smile; Odin is becoming a better friend, improving. Magnus hopes he's improving too, stepping more outside of his comfort zone]
I mean... okay. But, like. I can't? I literally can't do that, because I already did that, and now you don't have a house. So. Idiot? Learn to think before you speak. Idiot.
[ he leans on his sword like it's a cane, crossing his ankle behind his other leg and just kinda staring at the tent. ]
You could stay w-- [ nope. nope. not going to offer to let magnus and alex stay in his house. he already knows that's a firm, firm rejection just waiting to be thrown at him with the most derisive derision possible. ]
[now that his anger's passed, Magnus seems relatively unconcerned. Magnus and Alex are transients, and they've been transients for a while. a few nights spent elsewhere isn't much to be concerned over, in the long run, even if it is an annoyance in the short term. it'd be a different story if Odin lit their soon-to-be-constructed treehouse on fire, or a place that was more long term]
Help me clean this up and get our stuff out of here first, though. -- What's with that sword, by the way? You changing classes from mage?
[ thankfully, he'll have - without a doubt - enchanted a few surprise odin-specific wards at the base of Magnus's tree house just in case. probably just mines that set off gusts of wind if when odin's in range and his heartrate is elevated and he has something in his hands, like a sword or a knife that will be knocked to the ground by the spell. he knows himself.
he does as he's asked, though, leaping to Magnus's side and helping him collect pieces of tent, pointedly refusing to acknowledge Jack who still hurt him by not choosing love over loyalty. he gets it, though. ]
Um, more like changing back? When I was a kid, and the-- the world ended, I fought with a sword, like my dad. He taught me everything he knew. I changed to a more fabulous magery proficiency to express myself in a more shadowy and stylish way, and also because my mom used to heal people and I wanted to be like that. I'm-- not good at healing, though. I could never do it like she could. So. Yeah. Destructive magic, instead. At least that's some kind of tie to her.
[while Odin collects tent, Magnus collects the stuff inside -- it is, all jokes aside, their house, and Magnus excavates first his and Alex's backpacks (which serve as their closets and toiletry holders), next a smattering of library books, and -- with much more care and concern, the spillover of Alex's clothes out of her hiking bag, which is Considerable]
[he cocks his head, as he carefully checks for harm and sections off Alex's clothes from -- well, Odin -- listening to his friend talk. the sword thing reminds him of his own dad, a little (who's apparently one of the best swordsmen in the pantheon, even though he's a god of peace -- he was still Norse, after all), but his eyebrows crease at the second part. he never knew Odin wanted to heal, and for such a personal reason]
[Magnus can definitely relate to wanting to feel close to a mother that's been ripped out of one's life, so his response is a careful;]
How does healing work in your world? ...Maybe I could help you?
It's just - blessings. Goodness. White magic. She was light. I'm not. I don't have the connection I need with staves, the weapons that channel recovery, that she had. She was just - good? And I'm - I don't know.
[ he's stumbling through words, now, not really making a lot of sense because he was kind of thrown by the offer of help. he's not sure if he wants to take it, or not, so he just focuses on picking up tent scraps and quickly changes topic. ]
[so he needs a magical item to channel healing magic -- and there sounds like some weird baggage, about White and Dark magic going on, which as an avid reader of genre fiction and a White Mage dating a Demigod of Chaos, Magnus thinks is bullshit and stupid. he keeps these thoughts to himself for now, answering the question posed as he folds a cute pink sweater with a giant middle finger on it in sequins]
Um. My healing powers are from Frey, so they technically come from summer and the sun and like, life growth and nature? No staves. So, I heal and come back from the dead quickly. I'm much better at healing other people than myself for bigger stuff, though, it's a concentration thing.
[another sweater]
I can heal people physically and also, like, I guess emotionally and mentally? On a kind of crisis basis. I can keep people from having panic attacks or mental breakdowns or rage-outs or help with insomnia, that kind of thing. I've been healing a lot of that kind of stuff lately.
[what with the House; what with every imPort being mildly to severely traumatized]
I'm still learning. But I'm -- it's something I'm getting pretty good at. So I wouldn't mind helping you.
[ Odin drops all his tent pieces. he frowns, putting his hands on his hips, staring at Magnus dead in the eye. as always, there's that ominous beat of anticipation where it looks like his mind is coming up with a thousand different ways to talk about the sun and summer and how beautiful magnus is or whatever the fuck, but then he's got his arms over his chest, then back on his hips, then his chest again, like he's struggling to say whatever it is he wants to say. eventually he settles on-- ]
Doesn't that take a lot out of you? I'm-- good at listening to people. Contrary to popular belief. And it's hard, sometimes, hearing about the people I love going through some of the things they've been through. Having a raw connection to their emotional state, or-- or being there for them when they're doing, like, really poorly? That seems-- stressful. To me. And-- you're doing it a lot... even though you have all this stuff in your own life to focus on, like-- like Alex, and building your own place, and-- hey. Hey.
[ he points his sword at magnus again. vaguely threateningly, but his face has so much concern in it that it just looks weird. ]
Are you carrying all of that weight okay? I totally take back anything I said about checking in on Archie.
I already healed him. He came to visit me in Shenandoah a few days ago.
[weight isn't something Magnus thinks about; it'd bowed his shoulders in life from a very young age, and it's 9 whole realms heavy in death. Magnus Chase can always take more weight, and he doesn't seem to know his limits. it's never stopped him, but then, he'd also died young]
[he looks with some wry amusement at the bodily action that Odin finally appears to settle on, which is of course extending his rainbow sword, and then turns to make a nice neat stack of the clothes he's folded. he's methodical about it, calm]
I'm fine. [he'd leave it at that, because talking about his own burdens and emotions is the place his emotional aptitude fails him. (he can't concentrate, on healing himself.) but he realises that's probably not sufficient] I'm used to it. Having a lot of -- [he waves a hand in the air, an ambiguous gesture meaning precisely nothing] -- stuff. That's how life is. Afterlife, whatever.
[life is weight; life is trauma, and pain, and people you love at the mercy of powers beyond your ability to combat. life is losing your family, life is dying at sixteen, hungry and tired and furious. life is hard, hard enough, for everyone, not just him. he doesn't think Odin, who's had an equally rough go of it, will disagree]
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Fuck -- what the fuck -- !
[and Jack comes ripping up through the tent in a part that wasn't already torn, glowing and slashing in every direction]
Who goes there, fiend! Haha, wouldn't it be hilarious if I talked like that, senor? Oh hey! Who do we have here?
[oops forget defending his lord I guess (he knows Odin it's actuall chill), Jack is all up Ons that special sword]
Hey, baby, were you forged in the fires of Muspelheim? 'Cuz you're hot, hot, hot!
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[ Odin goes starry eyed as ever, clutching his own sword to his chest and just staring at Jack with the kind of overwhelming admiration he always has when he's around him. ]
You know, I haven't named him or her or them just yet. I have a big notebook full of ideas, but-- look at him or her or them. I can't just pick the first name that jumps out at me. When I was naming Lady Camilla's armor for her, I came up with 120 names, and it was just armor. This is-- I mean. Look at him or her or them. Jack. Look.
[ he gets down on one knee, holding his rainbow sword delicately across both of his upturned hands. just straight up not even acknowledging magnus anymore. ]
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[from the tent, a boy groans, and a boy-shape sits up in the one place the tent hasn't been torn]
Jack --
Hmmm? Oh, sorry, boss! Let me get that for you --
No!
[RRRRRRIP. Magnus' fluffy head pops out of the perfectly cut-open hole in the tent. he looks vaguely agonised]
Odin, what the hel? Why did you divebomb my tent? [TODAY?]
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and then it starts. odin goes full fuckin force on his charm magic, making her leave a trail of that same purple and blue rainbow in her wake as he cuts her through the air. the wind seems to sparkle in cyan and lavender, like little stars are blooming before their eyes when she speaks. ]
Tes yeux, j’en rêve jour et nuit! Your eyes, Jacques - I... I dream of them, day and night!
[ Odin waves his sword (who is french?) slowly back towards himself, then makes her coquettishly reach out towards Jack before shyly pulling back. odin gasps, ignoring magnus, patting his girl on her hilt affectionately. encouragingly. ]
Jack... did you hear that? She's in love.
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I'm gonna cut her in half.
No! My love, my heart! Well, alright. All's fair in love in war! Seeya, chica, wouldn't wanna be ya!
[ADVANCES]
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Please don't cut my sword in half.
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You cut my house in half! -- You both did!
Hey, now.
Saying "hey now" isn't actually disagreeing with me, which you can't, because you did!
I was freeing you?
From my house!
Tetchy, techy...
[Magnus huffs, returning Jack to a pendant. no swords will be cut today, but he squares his palms on his hips]
Why did you jump on my tent swinging a sword? You know like, just because I can resurrect from the dead, doesn't mean I like getting stabbed? I'm a kebab lover, but not that way.
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That was really funny. I like when you get all sarcastic and witty and clever and stuff. Hehe.
[ he sheathes his sweet wife-sword, not so much a display of surrender as just a display of You Better Be Willing To Cut Off My Leg If You Cut My Sword You Piece Of Shit, even though given that magnus is dating alex of all people odin sort of suspects that limb-severing might not be as off the table to the kid as it would be to anyone else. ]
I needed to get your attention. I succeeded, and I also got to introduce Jack to his new girlfriend. His beautiful new girlfriend. Who he loves. I can't believe you turned him against her? Honestly. Some things just aren't cool, Magnus Chase.
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[maybe in another hundred years he'll perfect the art of actually looking intimidating]
Wow. I wonder what other things aren't cool. Maybe, just thinking off the top of my head, jumping on somebody's tent while they're in it? Dude, what? What. What do you want? To go to the tent store?
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I can buy you a new tent. [ he pauses. ] No I can't? I spent all my money on-- it doesn't matter. It wasn't tennis balls, this time, though.
I just wanted to dishevel it. I didn't think I'd kill it. You were freaking me out! I told a bad joke and you apologized to me all seriously and then I kept trying to call you and you wouldn't answer me. It-- it was scary.
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I don't -- what were we talking about? [it's been years since he was sitting in his cozy tent, texting his closest pals about making a home and flirting with Alex on the network. he's lived many lives since that moment] You freaked out because I apologised about something?
[if he sounds a little incredulous, it's because he is... he turns, going to start cleaning up the mess of the tent, fixing the poles first so he can see the damage]
If I messed up I messed up. Are you weird about being apologised to?
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[ he takes his sword out and holds it up to Magnus. ]
Accept that I love you and that you've done nothing wrong and that I've done something wrong or I won't let you leave here in one piece!
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[after a moment, he sticks the phone back in his hoodie pocket, goes back to fixing his tent and surveying the damage]
Yeah, I genuinely thought you were talking about a grudge match. Like with your wrestling character -- what's his name again? The Big Cock?
[there's a 99.9% chance Magnus knows it's not The Big Cock]
-- You didn't need to feel weird about, uh, your... magic carpet ride.
[he's flush again, and this time it's not because he wants to give Odin a wedgie. this is why he hung up instead of calling back but here we are!]
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Magnus.
[ he steps forward, raising his arms, but then just stops dead in his tracs. this is normally where he would dive on Magnus for a hug, but he just stops and grips his sword instead. he's been getting the impression that Magnus is a private dude, finally, somehow, somehow he's gotten that impression, finally, somehow, somehow, finally, and the last thing he wants to do is make him uncomfortable by hugging him without permission. ... especially as he's already making him uncomfortable about something else. ]
I'm gonna hug the air and you can pretend that I'm hugging you, okay? Unless you don't want to do that. Then you can pretend I'm hugging a cool celebrity who wants me to be their best friend.
[ he hugs the air. ]
My wrestling character is in fact called The Big Cock.
[ it isn't. he keeps hugging the air. ]
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[Magnus and Sam do air hugs because of Sam's boundaries with touch, but it incidentally works out for Magnus, to have a best friend who doesn't expect touch from him as a matter of course. Odin touches everyone, and the fact that he isn't right now -- says a lot. it also makes Magnus think, it's not all about his own boundaries]
[this is probably not the desired result, but Magnus tends towards emotional honesty when he can muster it over his walls;]
...Sorry I keep think you getting personal isn't okay. That's kind of weird of me? And me pushing my stuff on you, I think. [pause] This isn't an apology for an apology, I promise. I just mean, I should have gotten the joke, because you're you. You wouldn't mind if I did ask a personal question, 'cuz you're an open guy, like that. I like that about you.
[a pause]
Thanks for the air hug. You didn't mess up. Aside from you fucking up our tent, which by the way, is going to result in Alex coming for you like a heat-seeking missile.
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No, it's-- first, I'm sorry for overreacting. Again. In this specific instance, but also in all of the other ones? The other instances. The other over-reacty instances. The ones that have happened literally every time we've interacted, ever, as people. As human beings.
[ he nods. yeah. nailed it. ]
Second - I just want to do right by you. Your boundaries are important to me, as is "your stuff", whatever that might be. It's okay to tell me if I'm being too personal, or if whatever I'm doing isn't okay, I'm just-- clumsy? I need help finding the right footing, sometimes, and I panic and throw stupid tantrums when I'm worried or scared of something, and if I'm not specifically told something like "hey, Odin, maybe don't swing your sword in the air and ruin my house" I'll end up doing exactly that. Because I don't have any common sense, really? But I-- I hope I've been improving. In how to deal with you. I hope I'm becoming a better friend. Despite all the-- um. The-- Alex-provoking tent ruination. And the too much talking? Yeah.
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Hey, Odin, maybe don't swing your sword in the air and ruin my house.
[looks at his tent]
Ah. Hm.
[his mouth quirks in a small smile; Odin is becoming a better friend, improving. Magnus hopes he's improving too, stepping more outside of his comfort zone]
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[ he leans on his sword like it's a cane, crossing his ankle behind his other leg and just kinda staring at the tent. ]
You could stay w-- [ nope. nope. not going to offer to let magnus and alex stay in his house. he already knows that's a firm, firm rejection just waiting to be thrown at him with the most derisive derision possible. ]
You could stay with Peter, probably.
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[now that his anger's passed, Magnus seems relatively unconcerned. Magnus and Alex are transients, and they've been transients for a while. a few nights spent elsewhere isn't much to be concerned over, in the long run, even if it is an annoyance in the short term. it'd be a different story if Odin lit their soon-to-be-constructed treehouse on fire, or a place that was more long term]
Help me clean this up and get our stuff out of here first, though. -- What's with that sword, by the way? You changing classes from mage?
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he does as he's asked, though, leaping to Magnus's side and helping him collect pieces of tent, pointedly refusing to acknowledge Jack who still hurt him by not choosing love over loyalty. he gets it, though. ]
Um, more like changing back? When I was a kid, and the-- the world ended, I fought with a sword, like my dad. He taught me everything he knew. I changed to a more fabulous magery proficiency to express myself in a more shadowy and stylish way, and also because my mom used to heal people and I wanted to be like that. I'm-- not good at healing, though. I could never do it like she could. So. Yeah. Destructive magic, instead. At least that's some kind of tie to her.
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[he cocks his head, as he carefully checks for harm and sections off Alex's clothes from -- well, Odin -- listening to his friend talk. the sword thing reminds him of his own dad, a little (who's apparently one of the best swordsmen in the pantheon, even though he's a god of peace -- he was still Norse, after all), but his eyebrows crease at the second part. he never knew Odin wanted to heal, and for such a personal reason]
[Magnus can definitely relate to wanting to feel close to a mother that's been ripped out of one's life, so his response is a careful;]
How does healing work in your world? ...Maybe I could help you?
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[ he's stumbling through words, now, not really making a lot of sense because he was kind of thrown by the offer of help. he's not sure if he wants to take it, or not, so he just focuses on picking up tent scraps and quickly changes topic. ]
What kind of healing stuff can you do, exactly?
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Um. My healing powers are from Frey, so they technically come from summer and the sun and like, life growth and nature? No staves. So, I heal and come back from the dead quickly. I'm much better at healing other people than myself for bigger stuff, though, it's a concentration thing.
[another sweater]
I can heal people physically and also, like, I guess emotionally and mentally? On a kind of crisis basis. I can keep people from having panic attacks or mental breakdowns or rage-outs or help with insomnia, that kind of thing. I've been healing a lot of that kind of stuff lately.
[what with the House; what with every imPort being mildly to severely traumatized]
I'm still learning. But I'm -- it's something I'm getting pretty good at. So I wouldn't mind helping you.
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[ Odin drops all his tent pieces. he frowns, putting his hands on his hips, staring at Magnus dead in the eye. as always, there's that ominous beat of anticipation where it looks like his mind is coming up with a thousand different ways to talk about the sun and summer and how beautiful magnus is or whatever the fuck, but then he's got his arms over his chest, then back on his hips, then his chest again, like he's struggling to say whatever it is he wants to say. eventually he settles on-- ]
Doesn't that take a lot out of you? I'm-- good at listening to people. Contrary to popular belief. And it's hard, sometimes, hearing about the people I love going through some of the things they've been through. Having a raw connection to their emotional state, or-- or being there for them when they're doing, like, really poorly? That seems-- stressful. To me. And-- you're doing it a lot... even though you have all this stuff in your own life to focus on, like-- like Alex, and building your own place, and-- hey. Hey.
[ he points his sword at magnus again. vaguely threateningly, but his face has so much concern in it that it just looks weird. ]
Are you carrying all of that weight okay? I totally take back anything I said about checking in on Archie.
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[weight isn't something Magnus thinks about; it'd bowed his shoulders in life from a very young age, and it's 9 whole realms heavy in death. Magnus Chase can always take more weight, and he doesn't seem to know his limits. it's never stopped him, but then, he'd also died young]
[he looks with some wry amusement at the bodily action that Odin finally appears to settle on, which is of course extending his rainbow sword, and then turns to make a nice neat stack of the clothes he's folded. he's methodical about it, calm]
I'm fine. [he'd leave it at that, because talking about his own burdens and emotions is the place his emotional aptitude fails him. (he can't concentrate, on healing himself.) but he realises that's probably not sufficient] I'm used to it. Having a lot of -- [he waves a hand in the air, an ambiguous gesture meaning precisely nothing] -- stuff. That's how life is. Afterlife, whatever.
[life is weight; life is trauma, and pain, and people you love at the mercy of powers beyond your ability to combat. life is losing your family, life is dying at sixteen, hungry and tired and furious. life is hard, hard enough, for everyone, not just him. he doesn't think Odin, who's had an equally rough go of it, will disagree]
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